List of Compositions By Paul Hindemith - Vocal

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  • When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd: (A Requiem for those we love), for mezzo-soprano and baritone soloists, chorus, and orchestra, based on the poem by Walt Whitman (1946)
  • "Drei Gesänge", op. 9, für Sopran und großes Orchester (1917)
  • Des Todes Tod, Op. 23a, three songs after Poems of Eduard Reinacher, for voice, 2 violas and 2 violincellos (1922)
  • Die junge Magd, Op. 23b, six poems of Georg Trakl, for voice, flute, clarinet and string quartet (1922)
  • Das Marienleben, Op. 27, song cycle for soprano and piano, based on poems by Rainer Maria Rilke, which exists in two versions. (There is also an orchestration by the composer of six of the songs from the cycle, for soprano and orchestra) (1923/48)
  • Sing und Spielmusiken für Liebhaber und Musikfreunde, Op. 45 (1928/29)
    1. "Frau Musika", lyrics by Martin Luther
    2. 8 canons for voices with instruments
    3. "Ein Jäger aus Kurpfalz", for strings and woodwinds
    4. "Kleine Klaviermusik", easy pentatonic pieces
    5. "Martinslied", soloist or unison choir
  • "Hin und zurück", Op. 45a, sketch with music, lyrics: Marcellus Schiffer, (1927)
  • Six Chansons, 6 pieces for a cappella choir, settings of French poetry by Rainer Maria Rilke (1939)
    1. "La biche"
    2. "Un cygne"
    3. "Puisque tout passe"
    4. "Printemps"
    5. "En hiver"
    6. "Verger"
  • Sancta Susanna, Op. 21, cantata for soli, choir and orchestra, lyrics: August Stramm

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