CIPULLO, T.: Parting (The) [Opera] 8.669044
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CIPULLO, T.: Parting (The) [Opera] 8.669044 THE PARTING Libretto by David Mason DEATH I want to be with him, alone. [1] I labor so hard, searching this age we’re in, Why must there always be another? and those I choose are all so wan. DEATH They say that death is in love I can be jealous too. with poetry. They say in the dream of life You wanted him, your poet. the hopeful are always with us. But you wanted happiness also. I am the friend Often he turned away who knows you will wake to the world. to his words. If you live in a time of peace He doesn’t write them for me where only the traffic and work but for you. and the small disappointments of life You and the future he will not see. disturb your sleep, FANNI you are lucky. It’s night and I sense you near. You have never to look far to see that for some DEATH evil is right next door. I can be jealous too. The 19th of May, for example, FANNI 1944, an apartment I want to be with him, alone. in Budapest, and a loving couple. Why must there always be another? A troubled, loving couple … DEATH Their love has been tested. There’s only a little time. It will be tested more. Go to him now. Use the time you’ve got. He is a poet, and some people believe I am in love with poetry. The 19th of May Maybe so, must seem an eternity. but I am a fickle lover. I whisper his name: Radnóti the poet. Look at this woman, his wife. Miklós. Mik. She’s a hard worker. It can’t be easy living with a man MIKLÓS for whom destiny is made of words. Just give me a little more time. I walk through the spaces between them, DEATH the pauses, the headaches, the breaths. Use the time you’ve got. They can’t help but know I’m here … What would you like to know? but they live in the dream. They hope. MIKLÓS FANNI Why is the whole world dying? It is night and I sense you near. Is a man only the ember of a cigarette to be stubbed out and thrown away? DEATH They know I’m here, DEATH but they live in the dream. They hope. [2] You already know what you think. It’s May 19th. FANNI And a beautiful woman is with you. Why must there always be another? How will you use the time? DEATH MIKLÓS They hope. I’ll give her a love poem. FANNI DEATH Why must there always be another? Which one? My husband is leaving tomorrow. ⓟ & © 2020 Naxos Rights (Europe) Ltd. Page 1 of 5 CIPULLO, T.: Parting (The) [Opera] 8.669044 MIKLÓS FANNI “After April Rain.” Today I walked by the Danube wishing you were there. DEATH It’s May. The birds are back. Yes. The lilac blossomed weeks ago. Today I walked by the Danube MIKLÓS wishing you were with me. As happy, with a woman on my chest, as when the sun shines after April rain, MIKLÓS I shout! and straight away, clean-rinsed in light, I should have gone. My voice rings, like that bird’s up to his middle, now, in the crystal puddle. TOGETHER The night is ours, my love, DEATH The only night we have. You were young when you wrote that, and in love. MIKLÓS I should have gone with you. MIKLÓS The Danube … I’m still in love. Too many days I’ve hidden in these rooms as if I were a criminal. DEATH Are you sure? You’ve given her cause to doubt. FANNI My love … MIKLÓS I’m over that. MIKLÓS This world is a crime. DEATH This world is a perversity. Nothing is over, Mik. Nothing is ever. Remember. It is what people do, Hungarians and Germans, MIKLÓS everyone who hates the Jews. [3] This is the third time they’ve called me up. It will be the last, I’m sure. FANNI I’ve been ill. I’ve been dying to write. Our savior was a Jew. I’m taking my notebook tomorrow. If they catch me … MIKLÓS These guards. They don’t care who they kill. He loved the world. I’ve tried to follow him. DEATH I hate the world. In the dream of life Sometimes I hate the world. you are not lucky. Sometimes I see the labor battalions, MIKLÓS men in rags, dead on their feet, If they catch me, … parades of walking bones made to dig their graves DEATH before they lie in them. You live in a time of hate and justice will never come. I see these things How will you use the time? and then I think of you and only want to live. MIKLÓS I want to write love poems, This is the third time they’ve called me up. Love poems to my loving wife. I’m taking my notebook. The third time … FANNI It will be the last. You will. The night is ours, the only night we have. DEATH [4] How will you use the time? FANNI It’s May 19th. [5] In your two arms back and forth I rock silently. FANNI MIKLÓS The night is ours. In my two arms back and forth you rock silently. MIKLÓS FANNI The night is ours. In your two arms I am a child, listening. FANNI MIKLÓS The only night we have. In my two arms you are a child I listen to. MIKLÓS FANNI All I’ve ever wanted was you. With your two arms around me, you embrace me when I’m afraid. All I’ve ever wanted was our life, our days of freedom MIKLÓS to read and write and walk in the park. With my two arms around you I embrace you unafraid. ⓟ & © 2020 Naxos Rights (Europe) Ltd Page 2 of 5 CIPULLO, T.: Parting (The) [Opera] 8.669044 TOGETHER The mercy is that she will learn it piece by piece. In your two arms not even Death She’ll send him letters he will never answer. will frighten me, I can see it like I see these hands. nor its great silence. In your two arms, MIKLÓS as through a dream, [7] Her letters come to me. I will pass through … I have no way of writing back, only the notebook where I keep my poems. FANNI The Communists are coming closer. [6] I love that poem. There is so little time when we’re not bent Even if you wrote it for another. to the pick and shovel. My body is weakening. I’m sick, Tomorrow you go to Vác. a walking skeleton. They beat me for writing poems so I keep writing poems, MIKLÓS letters to my love. Tomorrow… FANNI FANNI [8] My love, the summer passes You’ll write me, and you have not written. tell me where they send you. I think of our last night together. For now, my love, How much I wanted to tell you. I’ve filled your little knapsack, rolled your blanket. MIKLÓS I’ve sewn a button on your coat, I lie on the bed-board, a captive animal among worms; the darned your red pullover. fleas renew their siege again, but the army of flies has The nightmare will begin calmed. It’s night, and look, all at once our captivity’s one and end. Somehow … day shorter, and life is one day shorter too. The camp sleeps. The moon shines on the hillside, the wires grow DEATH tense in its light, and you can see through the window the I walk through the spaces between them, sentries’ shadows thrown on the wall, pacing in the night. FANNI FANNI What will happen to him? The river is so beautiful in summer. Our friends are asking after you DEATH and look away when I tell them through the pauses, through breaths. I have not heard. They can’t help but know I’m here. Are you still in Serbia? FANNI Are you working in the mines? What will happen to him? The Communists are coming close – perhaps they will be better than the Reich. DEATH What do they feed you? You can’t know. And your pretty red jumper – do you wear it? FANNI MIKLÓS You’re like the other woman. Do you see, dear? – The camp is sleeping, dreams are You’re always here, even when you’re not. moving: one startles awake with a snort, turns over in his bunk, and already he sleeps again, his face glimmering. DEATH Only I sit awake, tasting a half-smoked cigarette in my mouth He does love you, my dear. instead of your kiss, and dreaming, relief never comes: I can no longer die or live without you. FANNI What are we alive for? DEATH Keep writing, Mik. DEATH The notebook close to your heart. To learn about love. FANNI FANNI Please send me your poems. My body hungered for him I miss them. I have your books and for months he wouldn’t come. but it’s not the same. We could hold hands and walk by the river I know he’s a poet. I know he lives to write. and you could recite them to me I know he has no future – you don’t have to tell me that – as you did when we were happy. but he makes art for the future. MIKLÓS Is it you he loves? [9] I can no longer either die or live without you.