An Appreciation of Chopin
by Antonina Szumowska-Adamowska [1]
It seems natural that in this year, which marks the one hundredth anniversary of the birth of the great Polish composer, our thoughts should go to him—to him, whose memory must be dear to every musician, above all, to every pianist. What would become of the piano literature if we should eliminate from it the works of Chopin? It would be shorn of its poetry, very much like a plant, when we tear away the crowning glory of its blossom. We get the best proof of Chopin's' significance in piano literature when we look over a number of programs for piano recitals. On each of them the name of one or more of even the greatest composers may be missing, but Chopin is nearly always represented, generally in several numbers. It is a well-known fact—his compositions are essentially pianistic. If the piano had a soul it would seem as though Chopin had appropriated it, or, as if his own has grown into it—inseparably. If he tries to write for some other instrument, even the human voice, his inspiration seems to desert him in a way; he is never at his greatest. If we endeavor to transcribe one of his poems for some instrument it loses its flavor, so to speak. And how hard it is to play Chopin as he ought to be played! It seems as if no one is so often misinterpreted as this great poet. He is either misunderstood and treated coldly and dryly, or over-sentimentalized. (Of the two, the first seems to be the lesser evil!)
Certainly, Chopin presents a peculiar difficulty on account of his national character, so strongly marked in his works. He is always, in each of his compositions, a Pole.[2] Thus it is almost impossible to come to a full understanding of this matter, unless one has listened to the mournful song of a Polish peasant at his work at the fields, to a lullaby droned by a Polish mother at her baby's cradle, or seen mazur danced at a country inn.[3] This explains why, besides the Poles, Chopin is best understood by representatives of other Slavonic races. There is not only the acquaintance with the Polish folklore—there is also the same streak in the Slavonic and Magyar blood which tells.[4]
Understanding Chopin
If one is not related to Chopin by nationality there exists only one power which can raise a bridge across the chasm, and make one understand the great piano poet somewhat better—it is love! A great, deep, almost religious love, will bring one nearer to the spirit of Chopin's music. A strong feeling of this kind will make us intuitively understand the wonderful poetry of Chopin's music, the sad flow of his melody, the intensity of his passionate moods, but above all, it will teach us to comprehend his infinite simplicity. For Chopin is simple—simple as only real greatness can be simple. The mountain tops are simple in the snowy grandeur of their lines. All Chopin's melodies always flow so simply, so naturally. This is why they generally find their way straight to the human heart, if this heart is warm enough to take them in and vibrate in response. It is there where Chopin's greatness chiefly lies, in the wealth of his melodies. There is enough melody in the simplest of his nocturnes to feed a whole modern, or, rather, ultra modern symphony, while there is not a daring harmony in the music of this century which may not be traced to one of his mazurkas. His very accompaniment sings; there is an under-current of melody running through his counterpoint.
Interpreting Chopin
This brings me to mentioning the fact that the quality most needed by a pianist who wishes to be a worthy interpreter of the Polish master is the beauty and fullness of tone. One cannot play Chopin without a beautiful singing touch—a dry, harsh one makes his melodies shrivel and wither. While in studying Chopin's works great attention must be brought not only to the understanding of his ideals, but to the finishing of the smallest details—no trace of this care must appear in the interpretation. One ought to master the technical difficulties, the intricacies of phrasing, the interweaving of themes completely while practicing; the final interpretation must be spontaneous, like an improvisation. Chopin generally improvised his compositions at the piano before he committed them to paper. His nature, though rich and complicated, and even morbid in some of its aspects, had in it the simplicity of a child. One anecdote illustrates it, an anecdote related to me by a French gentleman who knew Chopin during the last years of his life in Paris, and has been a personal witness of the occurrence: Chopin found himself one evening in company of several of his most gifted countrymen, residing at that time in Paris. Among them was the greatest of Polish poets—Adam Mickiewicz.[5] Mickiewicz, while talking to Chopin, began to upbraid him for frequenting too much the society of Parisian plutocracy, and mixing with people unworthy of him intellectually and morally. He said that frequent association with people below his moral level was tending to lower his ideals, and that it was unworthy of him to cling to this class of people simply because their houses were fine and comfortable, their living luxurious, and because he was feasted and flattered by them. Chopin listened to the harangue, and took it so much to heart that he cried like a child. But suddenly he lifted his head, sat himself at the piano, and began to improvise. He improvised in such a way that it was the turn of Mickiewicz and those others present to cry. There was not a pair of dry eyes in the company, not a heart that did not beat faster, not a pulse which was not quickened. When he finished Mickiewicz ran up to him, took him in his arms, and . . . . he scolded no more!
Chopin's Refinement
Another characteristic of Chopin was his great inherent refinement. There was an unusual distinction in him, which made him shrink from everything which was in a slightest degree coarse or vulgar. This is why his favorite composer was Mozart; he was the only one who never offended his fastidiousness. The sweetness and purity of this radiant soul appealed to Chopin's sensitive one. Even the great Beethoven, for whom he had, of course, all due admiration and even worship, occasionally jarred on him. Chopin has been described to me by the French contemporary, mentioned above, as a man very exclusive, rather proud and distant, and not easily approached. "C'etait un petit monsieur sec, et tres distingue," that was the phrase which impressed me when I heard the description of Chopin, and I remember it vividly after an interval of fifteen years.[6] This refinement and distinction of Chopins' is a moral trait, which we had better bear in mind when we want to play his music. Altogether there is not, and cannot be, any definite rule for the rendering of his compositions, and it is not easy to give any practical hints to this effect. Chopin is a poet—a representative of the word—the poetry of his work must be grasped by instinct, by the poetical intuition of the performer.
Chopin and Rhythm
To be sure, this fact applies to all music of all schools, but in higher degree to Chopins' compositions. There are some hints, however, which may be given as to the general interpretation. And, above all, as regards the rhythm. A great deal has been said about the tempo rubato which is characteristic of the great Pole's compositions.[7] Many have been led to the mistaken idea that Chopin's works may be played unrhythmically. Nothing is more preposterous; Chopin had a very strong sense of rhythm, and the tradition teaches us that he required it from his pupils, and was very exacting on this point. He used to say that the left hand ought to act as a Kapelmeister, and keep time, while the right sways with the emotion of the melodic phrase. His tempo rubato never interfered with the original, rhythmical sense of his music. There is a cycle of his compositions which depend more on a strong sense of rhythm than the rest. I have here in mind his music in dance form, viz: Mazurkas, Polonaises, Valses, etc. In the Mazurkas the accent comes on the third beat, quite distinctly.
We may divide all Mazurkas generally in two groups: The soft, sentimental ones, of which the typical ones are the Op. 17, No. 4; Op. 7, No. 2; Op. 33, No. 4; and the lively, boisterous ones, which are nearer in character to the original dance. This type is illustrated by the Mazurkas like Op. 7 No. 1; Op. 17, No. 1; Op. 56, No. 2. The rhythm ought to be well marked all through, the tempo rubato must not interfere with it, and more than a light ripple of the water interferes with the harmony in the sea waves beating against the shore. The same applies to other forms of music; in the valses the accent comes on the first beat, passing in a long sweep to the second.
The polonaise is an imposing, stately dance, very much like the march, except that it is written in 3/4 instead of 4/4.[8] The accent comes on the first beat, the first step of the dance being a long, sweeping one. As to the other compositions, very little can be done in analyzing them; each is a poem in its own right, each a different one, and each must be treated differently. The nocturnes are, for the most part, dreamy in character, and ought to be kept in half lights, but we often find in them stronger and more dramatic passages. The ballades are of a varied character, the composer passes in them through a whole scale of dramatic emotion from sweetness and serenity to a vehement passion. In the scherzos the composer goes far away from a typical scherzo of Beethoven or Mendelssohn - his bitter cry of a tormented soul full of passion of despair, with generally a calmer, tranquil interval in a romantic trio. In a short sketch like this, it is not possible to go into details, or each composition would have to be taken up separately. Much may be said of each of them in turn; there are mines of wealth of beauty in each Prelude, Etude, and in larger works like Sonatas and Concertos.The Polonaise
