Poems After Lorca

World premiere at Cadogan Hall, London, UK.
Vocals: Ernesto Tomasini
Piano: Anna Zassimova

Poems After Lorca

by Adam Donen

I

The moon weeps to dream of you
when it rode its donkey round the world
in the memory of your light.

It speaks only of you,
only of you when its curled up in bed
deserting its tasks,
curled up in bed, living off emails,
of dreams of kisses
in the memory of your light.

II

The snow’s soul is kissed
by your departed shadow
which calls from every shadow.
Some sun’s bloody needle makes a fleece of them.

Roses are blinding
and blood-stained by the torchlight
that drips through every shadow.
The moon’s blood flows white, flows white, flows white

into the wells of history.

I feel her breath upon my cheek
till the blade of the morning
turns ice sculptures to blood
in the howl of the morning,
only then when no shadow
can dampen the cry of your goneness,

when the snow’s soul is kissed
by your departed shadow
which calls from every shadow
till some sun’s bloody needle
comes to puncture my dream…

III

I need you.
I need you.
I need you now.

I need you while the planet shrinks without divine or human plan.

You’d hear the flood from Berlin to Amsterdam
if only you’d step outside.

As star-crossed loves attenuate through satellites
All the world’s defeated and performing its triumph
behind bars in this circus where we tend the garden of our regrets,
where lions tremble behind their desks as the sky turns red.

I need you.
I need you.
I need you now.

IV

The words that I would utter
if I only had the voice,
if not embarrassed into silence
by the illusion of choice,

as if orbits were decisions
in a universe too stuffed
with facts to not diffuse the light
of unrefined love

which cannot be reduced
to a picture or a sign
at the bottom of an email
and the pathetic little time
between flickers in the cosmos
and some flickers on a screen.

I’ll summon the tide of every ocean that I have left
to carry you to me.