Moonrise

Unaccompanied SATB Chorus
Duration: 8 minutes

Commissioned by the Lisbon Summer Choral Fest Chamber Choir

Premiere: June 2013, Lisbon

Moonrise – Poetry by Megan Levad

Suppose the lions all get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away?
W.H. Auden, “Villanelle”

Again, again, again, cries out the sun,
as the bees hum each heart down to slumber.
Our past is here, the moonrise has begun.

Go on, shout down the aching, landless dove;
the hounds are soon to be our only labor.
Again, again, again cries out the sun.

We only wear ourselves when we unlove,
our little gambles someone else’s dinner.
Our past is here, the moonrise has begun.

And who would miss us? All our glim and shun,
the flatter selves we make to show each other.
Again, again, again, cries out the sun.

Ancient things–trees, oceans, beauty–will absond;
the eel will talk no longer with the river.
The past is here, our moonrise has begun.

What if we need to be here, every one?
The world will hold us, long as we will let it.
Again, again, each day cries out the sun–
But the past is here, our moonrise has begun.

© 2013 Megan Levad