Through Harold’s Lens:

Please start the music first as you are enjoying the image and words. You will receive the full sensual experience of this story.

Opera La Boheme. Act 4. Finale.

Oh Mimi will you never return
Oh, beautiful days, tiny hands
the fragrance of your tresses…
…your snow white neck!

Mimi-(With great passion)

Rodolfo-(Carefully, helping Mimi onto a bed)
Hush now, rest.

Mimi-(Holding Rodolfo in her arms)
Oh, my Rodolfo!
May I stay here with you?

Ah! my dearest Mimi,
always, always!

(Gently Rodolfo persuades Mimi to lie down on the bed and covers her with a blanket Then with great care slips a pillow under Mimi’s head)

Heavenly lips,
still you speak to me!

It’s just a little cough!
I’m used to it.

Rest now.

You won’t leave me?

No! No!

(Mimi open her eyes, stretches her hand out towards Rodolfo, then kisses him lovingly. Mimi puts her arms around Rodolfo’s neck)
Your are my entire life, you are my love.

Ah, Mimi,
my beautiful Mimi!

(She lets herself fall into his arms)
Do you still find me beautiful?

As lovely as the dawn.

(Mimi has a sudden spasm of coughing, she falls back with exhaustion)

(Alarmed, Rodolfo gently supports Mimi)
Oh God! Mimi!
(Rodolfo carefully lays Mimi down on the pillow)

I’m here… my love… always with you!
My hands… in the warm… and… to sleep

(Rodolfo dashes to Mimi’s bedside, scoops her up in his arms crying out in extreme desperation)
Mimì!… Mimì!..


Puccini’s Italian opera La Boheme is one of the most frequently performed operas in the world.

As I quietly strolled La Recoleta Cemetery in Buenos Aires, I was reminded of the sad, passionate finale of the two lovers Rodolfo and Mimi. And, my tear-filled evening at the New York City Opera watching my Tenor Nephew Barton Green play the lead role of Rodolfo.

11 responses

  1. What became of Barton Green? Does he still sing? I’ve heard wonderful things about his instrument and the accomplished career he had.


    • Hi Walter,
      I just had dinner with my Nephew Barton Green in New York City a few days ago while I was there for a Street Photography Workshop with world famous photographer Peter Turnley. Barton looks great. He does not sing opera professionally anymore. But he is involved with writing and creating music and playing the clarinet. His vast love of life and his bursts of energy are amazing.


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  3. Ah ye, La Boheme! Beautiful. Moving. Sooo terribly sad. I know the pain of Rodolfo, the yearning that will never be satisfied, the touch of hope and the despair of reality. I think there’s a fragment of that opera in each of us and you brought it back to the surface in stark black and white. The photo, like life, is composed of many shades of grey. Thank you for an image to suit the emotion.


  4. Thank you ssp… the statue of the sad, tragic grasping woman looking for her lover was the only one of it’s type that I found in La Recoleta Cemetery. It reminded me instantly of the finale of La Boheme and how proud and tear-filled I was of my Nephew’s performance. All the other statues I found were very religious and lifting towards the heavens.


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