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The Four Seasons

Introduction

This page contains my personal listening notes for “The Four Seasons,” Vivaldi’s most famous work, consisting of four violin concertos for the seasons. It is a famous example of program music, published with four sonnets and an annotated score associating the music with the physical elements.

Spring I — Allegro in E Major

Spring has arrived, and the joyful birds
Greet her with their cheerful song,
While streams, stirred by gentle breezes,
Flow with a soft murmur.
The sky is veiled in a dark cloak;
Lightning and thunder announce her coming.
When these fall silent, the little birds
Return once more to their enchanting song.

Spring II — Largo in C# Minor

Then, in the lovely meadow bright with flowers,
To the gentle rustle of leaves and plants,
The goatherd sleeps, his faithful dog beside him.

Three layers playing together:

Spring III — Allegro pastorale in E Major

To the festive sound of a shepherd’s bagpipe,
Nymphs and shepherds dance beneath the beloved canopy
Of spring, appearing in all her brilliance.

Summer I — Allegro non molto in G Minor

In the harsh season, scorched by the sun,
People and flocks languish, and the pine burns.
The cuckoo lets its voice ring out; at once
The turtledove and goldfinch join in song.
The west wind breathes softly, but suddenly
The north wind rises to quarrel with its neighbor.
The young shepherd weeps, afraid of the fierce storm
Hanging overhead, and of his own fate.

Summer II — Adagio e piano – Presto e forte in G Minor

His weary limbs are robbed of rest
By fear of lightning and violent thunder,
And by the furious swarm of flies and buzzing insects.

Summer III — Presto in G Minor

Alas, his fears prove all too true:
The heavens thunder and flash, and hail
Cuts the heads from the ears of grain standing tall.

The bullets follow successive sections, not simultaneous layers. The soloist remains part of the storm scene rather than representing a separate character; increasingly short solo-and-orchestra exchanges drive the ending.

Autumn I — Allegro in F Major

The villagers celebrate with dancing and singing
The great pleasure of a successful harvest;
And many, warmed by the wine of Bacchus,
End their merrymaking in sleep.

Autumn II — Adagio molto in D Minor

Everyone leaves off dancing and singing,
As the mild air brings delight,
And the season invites so many
To enjoy the pleasure of the sweetest sleep.

One sustained scene of sleep, rather than a sequence of new events. Listen for these layers together:

Within this shared texture, the harmonies keep shifting, sometimes becoming unexpectedly tense before easing again. Listen for how much changes beneath the apparently motionless surface; the ending remains poised on a chord that leads into the next movement.

Autumn III — Allegro in F Major

At daybreak the hunters set out for the hunt
With horns, guns, and dogs.
The wild beast flees; they follow its tracks.
Already frightened and exhausted by the great clamor
Of guns and dogs, and wounded,
It tries weakly to escape, but, overcome, dies.

The bullets follow the unfolding hunt. The returning orchestral refrain represents the hunters, while the solo violin often brings the fleeing animal into the foreground.

Winter I — Allegro non molto in F Minor

To shiver, frozen, amid the icy snow,
In the bitter blast of a dreadful wind;
To run, stamping one’s feet at every moment,
And chatter one’s teeth in the intense cold.

The bullets follow successive sections, alternating orchestral ritornellos with solo-violin episodes. The ritornellos do not repeat an identical refrain: different returns bring back the opening’s shivering chords or its more vigorous stamping figures.

Winter II — Largo in E♭ Major

To spend quiet, contented days beside the fire,
While outside the rain drenches everyone.

Three layers:

Winter III — Allegro in F Minor

To walk upon the ice with slow steps,
Moving carefully for fear of falling;
To hurry, slip, and tumble to the ground,
Then go onto the ice again and run hard
Until the ice breaks and splits apart;
To hear, bursting out through iron gates,
The south wind, north wind, and all the winds at war:
This is winter, yet it brings such joy.