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March 2018
11:00 AM
NFM, Main Hall
Plac Wolności 1, 50-071 Wrocław
Family Concerts | The Seasons in Music

Zbigniew Pilch – Baroque violin & direction 
The Violin Consort:
Zbigniew Pilch – violin
Mikołaj Zgółka – violin
Radosław Kamieniarz – violin
Piotr Chrupek – viola
Bartosz Kokosza – cello
Paweł Muzyka – double bass
Marta Niedźwiecka – harpsichord, chest organ


The Seasons in Music

Zima / fot.

Antonio Lucio Vivaldi was born on March 4, 1678, in Venice, Italy. His father, Giovanni Battista Vivaldi, was a violinist. Young Vivaldi, was thus able to study music with the finest musicians and composers in Venice. His career began when he was named maestro di violino (master of violin) at the Ospedale della Pietà (Devout Hospital of Mercy) in Venice in 1703. In 1718 he left Venice for Mantua and three of his operas were performed during that year’s Carnival celebrations. In 1725 the last four of his concerto publications appeared, leading with Il cimento dell'armonia e dell'invenzione, which contains the famous four-part masterpiece, The Four Seasons. From 1726 until 1728 he was engaged with opera at the S. Angelo theatre, once again, in Venice. Vivaldi ultimately left Venice hoping to find a position in the Imperial Court of Vienna, in Austria. However, he was not successful and without a patron following the death of Charles VI he died in poverty in Vienna on July 28, 1741.

The Four Seasons is a group of four violin concerti each of which presents a musical representation to a season of the year. Vivaldi separated each concerto into three movements, fast-slow-fast, and likewise each is linked to a sonnet.


Spring has arrived with joy

Welcomed by the birds with happy songs,

And the brooks, amidst gentle breezes,

Murmur sweetly as they flow.

The sky is caped in black, and

Thunder and lightning herald a storm

When they fall silent, the birds

Take up again their delightful songs.


And in the pleasant, blossom-filled meadow,

To the gentle murmur of leaves and plants,

The goatherd sleeps, his faithful dog beside him.


To the merry sounds of a rustic bagpipe,

Nymphs and shepherds dance in their beloved spot

When Spring appears in splendour.



Under the merciless sun of the season

Languishes man and flock, the pine tree burns.

The cuckoo begins to sing and at once

Join in the turtledove and the goldfinch.

A gentle breeze blows, but Boreas

Is roused to combat suddenly with his neighbour,

And the shepherd weeps because overhead

Hangs the fearsome storm, and his destiny.


His tired limbs are robbed of rest

By his fear of the lightning and the frightful thunder

And by the flies and hornets in furious swarms.


Alas, his fears come true:

There is thunder and lightning in the heavens

And the hail cuts down the tall ears of grain.



The peasant celebrates with dancing and singing

The pleasure of the rich harvest,

And full of the liquor of Bacchus

They end their merrymaking with a sleep.


All are made to leave off dancing and singing

By the air which, now mild, gives pleasure

And by the season, which invites many

To find their pleasure in a sweet sleep.


The hunters set out at dawn, off to the hunt,

With horns and guns and dogs they venture out.

The beast flees and they are close on its trail.

Already terrified and wearied by the great noise

Of the guns and dogs, and wounded as well

It tries feebly to escape, but is bested and dies.



Frozen and shivering in the icy snow,

In the severe blasts of a terrible wind

To run stamping one’s feet each moment,

One’s teeth chattering through the cold.


To spend quiet and happy times by the fire

While outside the rain soaks everyone.


To walk on the ice with tentative steps,

Going carefully for fear of falling.

To go in haste, slide, and fall down to the ground,

To go again on the ice and run,

In case the ice cracks and opens.

To hear leaving their iron-gated house Sirocco,

Boreas, and all the winds in battle—

This is winter, but it brings joy.


English translation by Betsy Schwarm


Alixandra Porembski, English Language Annotator

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