Portrait of Mendelssohn by James Warren Childe, 1839
The Symphony No. 5 in D major/D minor, Op. 107, called the Reformation Symphony, was composed by Felix Mendelssohn in 1830 in honor of the 300th anniversary of the Presentation of the Augsburg Confession. This Confession was a key document of Lutheranism and its Presentation to Emperor Charles V in June 1530 was a momentous event of the Protestant Reformation. The symphony was written for a full orchestra and was the second extended symphony that Mendelssohn had written. It was not published until 1868, 21 years after the composer’s death – hence its numbering as ‘5’. Although the symphony is not very frequently performed, it is better known today than it was during Mendelssohn’s lifetime.
1959 grammy nominations – Best Engineered Record, Classical (winner) Best Classical Performance, Vocal Soloist
Villa Lobos considered this version of the Aria, by Salli Terri and Laurindo Almeida, to be the best recorded performance. He originally scored it for voice and eight cellos, and later arranged it for voice and guitar.
“Tarde, uma nuvem rosea lenta e transparente, sobre o espaco sonhadora e bela! Surge no infinito a lua docemente, Enfeitando a darde, qual meiga donzela Que se a presta e alinda sonhadoramente, Em anseios d’alma para ficar bela, Grita ao ceo e a terra toda a Natureza!!! Ca la a passarada aos seus tristes queixumes, E reflete o mar to da a sua riqueza… Suave a luz da lua desperta agora, A cruel saudade que ri e chora! Tarde uma nuvem rosea lenta e transparente, Sobre o espaco sonhadora e bela!”
“Lo, at midnight clouds are slowly passing, rosy and lustrous, o’er the spacious heav’n with loveliness laden. From the boundless deep the moon arises wondrous, glorifying the evening like a beauteous maiden. Now she adorns herself in half unconscious duty, eager, anxious that we recognize her beauty, while sky and earth, yea all nature with applause salute her. All the birds have ceased their sad and mournful com-plaining; now appears on the sea in a silver reflection moonlight softly waking the soul and constraining hearts to cruel tears and bitter dejection. Lo, at midnight clouds are slowly passing rosy and lustrous o’er the spacious heavens dreamily wondrous.”
Caught between two truths, different, in every way, he lost the magnetic merging for the main truth, the one that when Propagated to all merges most inner-groups, toward the truest goal-better life for all.