Aside

Chopin is called the poet of the piano, and considered one of the great masters of romantic music. So here is few of his letters, you can see how he wrote them like he was making poems, then you will know how “romantic” he was, hehe :>

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To his father on his name-day.

When the world declares the festivity of your name-day, my Papa, it brings joy to me also, with these wishes; that you may live happily, may not know grievous cares, that God may always favour you with the fate you desire, these wishes I express for your sake.

F. CHOPIN

6 December 1816

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To his father on his name-day.

DEAR PAPA!

I could express my feelings more easily if they could be put into notes of music, but as the very best concert would not cover my affection for you, dear Daddy, I must use the simple words of my heart, to lay before you my utmost gratitude and filial affection.

F. CHOPIN

6 December 1818

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To JAN BIALOBLOCKI(HIS FIRST INTIMATE FRIEND) IN SOKOLOWO.

(Sokolowo, end of summer 1824 or 1825)

DEAR, BELOVED JALEK!

(……….) So, dear Jasia, we have to part without any real goodbye. I kiss you heartily. Remember me, as I remember you.

F. F. CHOPIN

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To his parents in Warsaw.

Kowalowo, Friday [1825]

MY DEAREST PARENTS; AND YOU MY DEAR SISTERS!

(…………) ;the air is fine, the sun is shining beautifully, the birds are twittering; (………..) But the very best of all is a blackbird that is performing all kinds of virtuosity under our windows; and, after the blackbird, the Zboinski’s youngest child Kamilka, who is not 2 years old yet. She has taken a fancy to me, and lisps: “Kagila loves oo.” And i loves oo a billion times, Papa, Mamma, Mamma and Papa, just as she loves me; and I kiss your hands.

Affectionately,

F. CHOPIN

For my sisters: kisses, kisses, kisses.

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TO TYTUS WOJCIECHOWSKI(HIS FRIEND) IN POTURZYN.

Warsaw, Wednesday morning, 22 September 1830.

(………….) If i could do anything to comfort you, I would do it; but believe me, there is no cure for all that, till Vienna. You live, you feel, you are lived and felt by others; therefore you are unhappily happy. I understand you, I enter into your mood; and – let us embrace each other, for there’s nothing more to say.

F. CHOPIN

My parents press your hand. Sisters and brothers embrace you. Kiss me again. (…………)

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Read his quotes in http://www.ourchopin.com/quotes.html

CHOPIN’S LETTERS

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