All Rachmaninoff - Milwaukee Symphony Orchestra
All Rachmaninoff - Milwaukee Symphony Orchestra
All Rachmaninoff - Milwaukee Symphony Orchestra
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factor, even when supporting the soloists, whose words it echoes with quiet, penetrating insistence.<br />
It is fascinating that this work was largely composed while the composer and his family were on an extended<br />
vacation in Rome; <strong>Rachmaninoff</strong> worked in the same apartment on the Piazza di Spagna that was once<br />
occupied by Modest Tchaikovsky, and was often visited by his brother, the famed composer Peter Ilyich.<br />
In four movements, corresponding to the four stanzas of Poe’s poem, The Bells begins with an <strong>All</strong>egro ma non<br />
tanto that features solo tenor. With soprano solo, the second movement is slow (Lento); the third is a large<br />
scherzo (Presto) and the finale features solo baritone in another slow movement, Lento lugubre.<br />
These performances will utilize Belmont’s Russian translation, for this is the way that <strong>Rachmaninoff</strong> originally<br />
composed the work. When the composer conducted this work in Chicago in 1941, he requested that the<br />
program contain Poe’s original poem; here, therefore, is that original poem:<br />
The Bells<br />
Edgar <strong>All</strong>an Poe<br />
I<br />
Hear the sledges with the bells—<br />
Silver bells!<br />
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!<br />
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,<br />
In the icy air of night!<br />
While the stars, that oversprinkle<br />
<strong>All</strong> the heavens, seem to twinkle<br />
With a crystalline delight,<br />
Keeping time, time, time,<br />
In a sort of Runic rhyme,<br />
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells<br />
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,<br />
Bells, bells, bells—<br />
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.<br />
II<br />
Hear the mellow wedding bells,<br />
Golden bells!<br />
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!<br />
Through the balmy air of night<br />
How they ring out their delight!<br />
From the molten-golden notes,<br />
And all in tune,<br />
What a liquid ditty floats<br />
The turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats<br />
On the moon!<br />
Oh, from out the sounding cells,<br />
What a gust of euphony voluminously wells!<br />
How it swells!<br />
How it dwells<br />
On the Future! how it tells<br />
Of the rapture that impels<br />
To the swinging and the ringing<br />
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