Dickinson-Songs

for female voice and prepared piano

Basic information

Composer Lejava, Marián
Duration 14 min.
Year of composition 2002
First performance (year) 2002
First performance (venue)
First performance (performers)
Submitter Melos Ethos Ensemble
Publisher
Type
Thematic tags
Conductor No
Soloist(s) soprano/mezzosoprano,

Instruments

Musicians 1st player 2nd player
Musicians Instruments
Keyboard 1
Prepared piano
Other instruments and playing techniques
Equipment
Sound electronics
Visuals

Notes

Programme notes

Dickinson Songs are settings of four poems by Emily Dickinson, taken from different creative periods. The poems are ordered according to a "story": the psychological development of the female heroine. Both characters of the cycle (voice and piano) are subjected to individual development. From extended techniques to pure, classical expression - from voice to pure singing, in the case of piano to the classical keyboard technique. I wrote the cycle in three phases: summer of 2002, spring of 2003 and a thorough revision in June 2005.

 

Marián Lejava

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Additional notes

Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
Indicative that suns go down;
The notice to the startled
The darkness is about to pass.
The first day´s night had come

And grateful that a thing
So terrible - had been endured -
I told my soul to sing -
She said her strings were snapt -
Her bow - to atoms blown -
And so to mend her - gave me work
Until another morn -
And then - a day as huge
As yesterdays in pairs,
Unrolled its horror in my face -
Until it blocked my eyes -
My brain - begun to laugh -
I mumbled - like a fool -
And tho´´tis years ago - that day -
My brain keeps giggling - still.
And something´s odd - within -
That person that I was -
And this one - do not feel the same -
Could it be madness - this?
The heart asks pleasure first,

And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;
And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its inquisitor,
The liberty to die.
So give me back to death -
The death I never feared
Except that it deprived of thee -
And now, by life deprived,
In my own grave I breathe
And estimate its size -
Its size is all that hell can guess -
And all that heaven was.