Harp Sonata (Hindemith, Paul)

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Editor First edition
Publisher. Info. Mainz: B. Schott’s Söhne, No.3644, 1940. Plate 36123.
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Work Title Harp Sonata
Alternative. Title Sonate für Harfe
Name Translations Sonate pour harpe
Authorities WorldCat; VIAF: 174800878; BNF: 139132714
Composer Hindemith, Paul
I-Catalogue NumberI-Cat. No. IPH 52
Movements/SectionsMov'ts/Sec's 3 movements
I. Mäßig schnell ( = 92)
II. Lebhaft ( = 80)
III. Lied: „Ihr Freunde, hänget“ (L. H. Chr. Hölty) – Sehr langsam ( = 60)
Year/Date of CompositionY/D of Comp. 1939 Late September, Bluche.
First Performance. 1940 March, Rome
Clelia Gatti-Aldrovandi (harp)
First Publication. 1940
Dedication Für Clelia Gatti-Aldrovandi
Average DurationAvg. Duration 11 minutes
Composer Time PeriodComp. Period Modern
Piece Style Modern
Instrumentation harp
External Links Hindemith Foundation

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  • In the third movement is a poem in the title by Ludwig Christoph Heinrich Hölty (1748-1776). Here is the poem below in its entirety:
Lied
Ihr Freunde, hänget, wann ich gestorben bin,
die kleine Harfe hinter dem Altar auf,
wo an der Wand die Totenkränze
manches verstorbenen Mädchens schimmern.
Der Küster zeigt dann freundlich dem Reisenden
die kleine Harfe, rauscht mit dem roten Band,
das, an der Harfe festgeschlungen
unter den goldenen Saiten flattert.
„Oft" sagt er staunend, tönen im Abendrot
von selbst die Saiten leise wie Bienenton:
die Kinder, hergelockt vom Kirchhof,
hörtens, und sahn, wie die Kränze bebten."
(L. H. Chr. Hölty)