My dearest, my holidays are finally here. Now that almost everyone has returned, I've left. However, I will not forget about my readers, and that is why I am sending you this digital and musical postcard from where I am. I hope the technology doesn't fail us and that it will get to you on Wednesday.
All the ingredients of a serenade are found in An die Laute [To the lute]: a warm, fragrant night with moonlight; a woman in her room, and a man beneath the window who wants to tell her his love. However, in the poem, the man does not address the woman, but instead his lute. The lute is the vehicle for the love message and it must be persuasive… and discreet. [...]
September has arrived, which means we are beginning a new season. It seems that the autumn has also arrived in Barcelona, which is quite unusual, since it usually arrives slowly and calmly. We wake up with pleasant temperatures, we enjoy a thin air, the sky is cloudy, and, when it clears, the sun's light is golden and soft. To celebrate, I bring you a short and beautiful poem [...]
I'm writing this on Monday 28 in the morning (the Schubertíada came to an end just a few hours ago), knowing that an article must be published tomorrow at midnight on Liederabend and I haven't written a single line. I'll learn one day that it's impossible for me to concentrate on writing anything during the festival. So, with the spirit still full of music, I'll share with you some notes that I have been taking these days, without any particular order or intention of being comprehensive.
Between March 30 and April 3, 1850, Robert Schumann composed three lieder upon poems by three different poets, which were published two months later as Drei Gesänge, Op. 83. The last of these lieder is Der Einsiedler, which is also the last with poem by Joseph von Eichendorff. Ten years earlier, he had written, among others, the twelve that form the Liederkreis, Op. 39, which is probably the most genuinely romantic work of the repertoire.