Per Wilma Neruda

Pubblicato da Claudio Capriolo

Henri Vieuxtemps (1820 - 1881): Concerto per violino e orchestra n. 6 in sol maggiore op. 47 (1865). Jolente De Maeyer, violino; Orchestre Philharmonique Royal de Liège, dir. Patrick Davin.

  1. Allegro moderato
  2. Pastorale: Andante con moto
  3. Intermezzo: Siciliano
  4. Rondo final: Allegretto

Il brano è dedicato a Wilma Neruda (1838 - 1911), celebre violinista morava che sposò in prime nozze il compositore svedese Ludvig Norman e poi il pianista e direttore d’orchestra tedesco-inglese Charles Hallé. Nel romanzo Uno studio in rosso (1887) di sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes e il dottor Watson assistono a un recital di «Madame Norman-Neruda».

Vieuxtemps, op. 47
Wilma Neruda
Wilma Neruda ritratta da George Frederic Watts

13 pensieri riguardo “Per Wilma Neruda”

    1. Pare di no. Non significa molto, ma Jan Neruda era di Praga, per l’appunto, mentre i Neruda musicisti erano moravi.
      Una curiosità: è probabile che proprio la lettura del romanzo di Conan Doyle abbia ispirato a Pablo Neruda lo pseudonimo con cui è universalmente noto.

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  2. This post certainly begins conversations (previous comments)! And I know a little of the Halle as an aunt of mine sang in the Halle Choir for over 40 years. After that time she continued singing with retired members of the Choir, the Nightingales, who sang at her funeral some years ago.

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      1. You may know the expression “up with the larks”, in other words up early enough to hear the birds singing! Well, those “larks” I have heard, many years ago when I stayed in Eaton Square & that was when I was returning to my hotel after a night out! Larks? Birds? It could just have been my very foggy brain!

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        1. « Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
          It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
          That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
          Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:
          Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. »
          […]
          « It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
          Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. »
          🙂

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          1. No! Not the 1500s! It was the late 1960s: Martin Luther King Jr dead & Neil Armstrong walks on the moon & I’m living in a hotel in Chelsea for half a year trying to find a home in London!

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