My Ardent Swain
Type: Web series
Submission Deadline: 11/30/2020
please read the included poem, SURRENDER, on camera – no need to memorize
Casting Director: SAM CITRON
Start Date(s): 01/04/2021
Shoot Location: remote, home studio recorded
Additional Project Info:
Senior Care Home Entertainment produces the variety-style series, Entertaining Older Folks, for the residents of senior care and nursing homes, available on YouTube. We are looking for a latin-lover type to read a love poem for a two-minute segment. Male, 65 to 85 years old, Latino/Hispanic.
[MY ARDENT SWAIN]
65 to 85 years old, Hispanic male. My Ardent Swain – a two minute segment on our variety-style program, Entertaining Older Folks. A handsome Latin lover type reads a love poem … everyone swoons…
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Love, when we met, ’twas like two planets meeting.
Strange chaos followed; body, soul, and heart
Seemed shaken, thrilled, and startled by that greeting,
Old ties, old dreams, old aims, all torn apart,
And wrenched away, left nothing there the while
But the great shining glory of your smile.
I knew no past; ’twas all a blurred, bleak waste;
I asked no future; ’twas a blinding glare.
I only saw the present: as men taste
Some stimulating wine, and lose all care,
I tasted Love’s elixir, and I seemed
Dwelling in some strange land, like one who dreamed.
It was a godlike separate existence;
Our world was set apart in some fair clime.
I had no will, no purpose, no resistance;
I only knew I loved you for all time.
The earth seemed something foreign and afar,
And we two, sovereigns dwelling in a star!
It is so sad, so strange, I almost doubt
That all those years could be, before we met.
Do you not wish that we could blot them out?
Obliterate them wholly, and forget
That we had any part in life until
We clasped each other with Love’s rapture thrill?
My being trembled to its very centre
At that first kiss. Cold Reason stood aside
With folded arms to let a grand Love enter
In my Soul’s secret chamber to abide.
Its great High Priest, my first Love and my last,
There on its altar I consumed my past.
And all my life I lay upon its shrine
The best emotions of my heart and brain,
Whatever gifts and graces may be mine;
No secret thought, no memory I retain,
But give them all for dear Love’s precious sake;
Complete surrender of the whole I make.
City or Location of call: nationwide
Please submit to: email@example.com by 2020-11-30
please submit self-recorded video of the reading of the poem – SURRENDER (included)
This casting notice was posted by: Senior Care Home Entertainment