Redcliffe Recordings RRO1l (Recorded 1996) |
BRITISH CHORAL MUSIC
PRIAULX RAINIER (1903-1986)
FRANCIS ROUTH (1927-)
ALAN RAWSTHORNE (1905-1971) |
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| NATIONAL YOUTH CHOIR of Great Britain NATIONAL YOUTH CHAMBER CHOIR Eileen Hulse soprano Mark Wilde tenor REDCLIFFE ENSEMBLE Andrew Ball piano Francis Routh piano Stephen Gibson Sacha Johnson Matthew Rich percussion conductor Michael Brewer |
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Requiem for tenor solo and unaccompanied choir
Text by David Gascoyne
Most Requiems are for the departed; some, like that of Brahms, are for those who survive. This is for neither. Instead it looks not backwards, but forwards, to the prospective victims of the world's lost ideals and hopes in the Second World War that was to come.
The poem was written specifically for Priaulx Rainier in 1938-40 by David Gascoyne, with a choral setting in mind. He had been a chorister in Salisbury Cathedral, and met Rainier in Paris in 1937, where she had gone for some lessons with Nadia Boulanger. The composition of Requiem took many years, and it was not performed until 16 April 1956 at the V & A Museum in London, when it was first song by Peter Pears, and the Purcell Singers conducted by Imogen Holst. Its three parts are subdivided into 19 short sections, which alternate between chorus, semi-chorus, solo tenor integrated with the chorus in concertante style, and solo tenor in dramatic recitative, forming the link between sections.
The words are full of the unrealised yearning of the human spirit for the becoming of the Whole. Terms which frequently recur are 'hidden', 'invisible', 'buried', 'concealed'. In Part I the poet sees mankind in darkness; blind, as we wait 'in the great Park of crumbling monuments that is the World.' In Part II, clues which present themselves' to those who long for Thee' prove to be illusory. A figure with a gleamirig chalice 'was not thy Angel'; an echo in a distant mountain cave 'was not thy voice'. In Part III human life is shown as 'glorious and vain'. Like a seed which is first buried, then nurtured until it finally springs into flower, we can only aspire to that 'core of glory' when our eyes are opened in death.
The music matches the words absolutely; in mood, as it aspires to a world beyond reach, and in the speech-rhythm with which the words are pointed and articulated. The choir sing together throughout, homophonically, and the melodic lines extend the tonal boundaries in a way that was new in British music; now in chords, now in unison; now in sections, now full. The pivotal note of Rainier's scale is the tritone. From this the music derives an ambiguous tonal inflection which gives a fresh source of colour and movement, occasionally coming to rest on a chord of explicit tonality, or a unison. The choir sections moreover are balanced and matched by the recitative of the solo tenor in a way that somewhat recalls the traditional sryle of plainsong.
The work displays a grandeur and eloquence that are unique. In the unfolding of Rainier's style it represents the end of a period. In it she uses the triad for the last time to any great extent; moreover it is the only choral work in her output.
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O hidden Face! O gaze fixed on us from afar and that we cannot meet: Grant us who wait in the great Park of crumbling monuments that is the World, that we may meet at last those eyes in which black fires burn back to white with perfect clearness, and not blurred by fever or heat nor in the sudden spasm of disintegrating fear that rends the breasts of beasts and blinds the blind and undefined. And instruct us how to ripen unto thee. |
3 Voice |
Thy light is like a darkness and Thy joy is
found through grief. And those who search for Thee shall find Thee not. And hidden in Thy mouth the blinding benediction of the final phrase which shall not fall upon a listening ear. |
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| 2 Choir |
Hearts are unripe and spirits light as straw ,
that in thy light shall kindle like the straw and flare to nothing on an instant breath of smoke. |
4 Choir |
For they who listen at the secret door hear
only their own heart beat out its fault. |
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| Part II 5 Voice |
In the great Park a wanderer at sundown
by the weeping falls of pallid spume and high prismatic spray once saw from across the water in the last illusive light a figure with a gleaming chalice come... |
8 choir |
But it was not Thy Voice! | |
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For silent and invisible are all Thy works and hidden in the depths midway between desire and fear And they who long for Thee and are afraid of Life arid they who fear the clear stroke of Thy knife obsessed with the pale shadows of themselves, shall lose full sight and understanding of that final mystery. |
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But it was not Thy Angel! | |||
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And another heard a warning echo in a mountain cave reverberant with distance and the undertone of guilt... |
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| Part III 10 choir |
Tenebral treasure and immortal flower, and flower of immortal Death! O silent white extent of skyless sky the wingless flight and the long flawless cry of aspiration endlessly! |
15 voice |
The seed springs from us into flower, yet none can tell at what hour late or early those concealed furled leaves and multifoliate petals shall outgrow their tender shell. |
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| 11 Voice |
The seed is buried in us like a memory; the seed is hidden from us like the omnipresent Eye: it grows within us through Time's flux both night and day. |
16 Choir |
The hour is unknown: The hour endures: The hour strikes every hour. |
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| 12 Choir |
Darkness that bums like light, black light and essence of all radiance. O depth beyond confusion sunk. The timeless nadir at the heart of Time where all creative and destructive forces meet! |
17 Voice |
Each hour of life is glorious and vain. O thirst and glorious unsatisfied lamenting cry! How vain the short relief And unabiding refuge from the tide That nearer crawls each day across the sands on which our house is founded! Vanity of vanities all things held by our hands. |
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The seed is nurtured by involuntary tears;
by blood shed from Love's inmost wounds its roots are fed by the concealed corruption of unknown desires. |
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| 14 Choir |
We cannot hear or see not say the name; there is no light or shade, nor place nor time no movement, no repose, but only perfect prescience of the Becoming of the Whole. |
18 Choir Voice |
Beyond their reach with diamond rays and high above the furthest fields of aether lies the core of glory only ascertained by inward opening of Death's deep eye; and outward flight of Spirit long sustained. |
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| 19 choir |
By wings the swift flames of the funeral pile
are fanned. Dead faces guard a secret smile. |
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Text reprinted from Selected Poems, with the permission of Enitharmon Press, London
On A Deserted Shore
Text by Kathleen Raine for soprano solo, double choir, semi-chorus, two pianos and percussion
On a Deserted Shore is a lament on the death of a loved one. 50 verses were selected from the 130 short love-poems which make up Raine's original sequence, to form a choral suite in four movements. The solo soprano is the voice of the bereaved one, the poet; the trio of the semi-chorus, who sing always together, never separately, represent an extension of her thoughts; the choir represent humanity as a whole.
The underlying mood, set at the opening, is sorrow, mystery, quietness, joy. 'There is an intensely subjective association of ideas in the poet's imagery, and her poems echo with the resonance of Western and Eastern literatures and religions. Her setting is the recognisable, magic landscape of Western Scotland, but these Northern regions soon dissolve into the seas, shores and mountains of legend. A specific rowan tree soon changes into
'that great tree'
with 'blossoming boughs where birds of heaven rest.'
Indeed the imagery of birds recurs, dream-like, to symbolise the sours journey to Paradise, that
'far flight beyond earth's dwindling star.'
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The opening movement is sustained by two main motifs. The first, heard in the opening phrase of the soloist, represents sorrow, for which the tonahry (E) is coloured not only by the tritone (A sharp) but the interplay of F natural/F sharp, the next two notes of the scale. This mood is further enhanced by an insistent background drum-beat. The second motif, introduced by the gentler marimba, follows immediatel and represents the transient joy of the dreamer, as the choir sing
'From the hollow sphere of space
Echo of a lonely voice
That cries, my love, my love.'In the middle section the music moves to a moment of dream-like sublimity, as all the voices, without the soloist, sing
the blessed dead...
They hear as music what we feel as pain'Thereafter both motifs recur, and at the end of the movement the music dies away as it began, unresolved.
III
The second movement is a continuation of the first and is also built on two motifs. The F natural/F sharp feature of the 'sorrow' motif is here transferred to the pianos and timpani, whose tread-like pulse suggests 'journeying'. The idea of 'Lost Paradi se' forms the other motif, and consists of simple pia no chords over an F sharp pedal, set against a sustained tam tam vibrato, while the soprano solo moves with a stepwise melody, as if hesitantly.
Once more the middle section is given over to the choir whose music dies away to the words
'The last sorrow silent-
Forgeness that feels no loss...
When deepest memories fade
And all love's tears are dust.'Both motifisrecur before the movement dissolves.
III
The choir sing a hymn to Nature, short, and with violence just beneath a calm surface. The two pianos are contrasted, and the agitated vigour of one, with a scherzo-like forward movement, in triple metre, vivace, is complemented by the steady, low-pitched sonoriry of the other, enhanced by the timpani, and suffusing the music with darkness, like the
'shadow of hills on the still loch.'IV
The final passacaglia follows without a break. The ground bass on which it is built is nothing less than the sorrow motif of the first movement, but more drawn out, with less rate of harmonic change, and this time reaching resolution on the final note F sharp. This music opens with a lament for the soloist, answering in some way the previous chorus
'I would not change my grief for any joy.'The expected flow of the passacaglia variations is interrupted with an anguished cry - bitter too, perhaps
'If I could turn upon my finger
The bright ring of time,
The now of then I would bring back again.'This mood is characterised by the side-drum and xylophone, suggestive of mockery. Between the two statements of this scherzo-like parody, the choir sing in broad, calm homophony, made up of chords with open intervals
'Beyond the empty door
Spaces, distances, stars innumerable.'So the variations resume their course, and the final section of the movement builds a massive structure, beginning with the semi-chorus to the words
'Not sorrow breaks the heart But an imagined joy.'The poet sees in a bird's flight the symbol of a passing human soul, and all the participating singers are involved as this final dream-like section of the symphony for voices moves forward to a climactic, resolving shout on the words
'Near and far. Summit and sky, soaring wing, circling joy, Thrilling bird-voice over the bay, You their bright presence, Dazzle of blue waves' dance, Gold of the silver sea'After the climax, the coda. The solo soprano is left alone by the graveside as the music dies sway to nothingness.
On a Deserted Shore was first performed in the Queen Elizabeth Hall, London, on 8 December 1975, when the soloist was Felicity Lott, with the BBC Singers and the Reddcliffe Ensemble, conducted by John Poole.
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| Solo | Where my treasure is A grave: My heart also Empty. |
Ch. | We do not hear the harmony That sounds about us everywhere; Sense bleeds on iron and thoms Of rock and fire Until death breaks the elemental forn To free the music of the spheres That builds all worlds continually. |
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| Semi Ch | Sorrow Is its own place, a glass Of memories and dreams; a pool Of tears. Narcissus pale Sees his own drowning face. |
Ch. Semi Ch |
They pass into that music: I too in sleep have heard The harmony sublime And known myself among the blessed dead, Ch. We cannot walk the waves they tread For the earth of heaven is sound, To sense this stony ground: They hear as music what we feel as pain |
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From the hollow sphere of space Echo Of a lonely voice That cries, my love, my love: I do not know Whether I spoke or heard The word That fills all silence. |
V.2 | Solo | Rigid, naked, pale - Where now your abiding-place, Gentle wandering soul? |
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| Solo | I cannot weep Who, when I turn to you in thought Behold a mystery so deep, A world upheld upon a breath That comes in life and goes in death Troubling dark leaves upon a starry bough. Who dreams our lives I do not know, Nor in what land it is we meet. |
V.5 | Ch. | Love in part remembers, But who we are, And where before our eyes had met In soul's far wanderings What is that glory we forget? |
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Memory: beyond recall The linnet's song, The clover-scented air; Yet we were there, My love and I together in one house. Home is the sum of all The days that sheltered us; The place of no retum. |
V.6 | Solo | So far - Out of the night We travelled, you and I, To meet on this small star. Our chosen fate, Our. meed and sole desire All we have lost. |
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| Ch. | We who from day to day depart From the country of the heart In death retum To the fields our feet have travelled, our tears sown:
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V.12 | Ch. | Mountain and tree and bird, Solo And that pure stream - How beautifully the world Mirrored back to us An ancient dream: The dreamer gone, Nature an empty glass. |
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| Semi Ch | Sleeper beneath the rowan tree, You have become your dream Sky, shore and silver sea. |
Solo Semi Ch |
Away, Away, Unhealing time, Since you can bring no day When my love and I, Though I should wait life-long On lonely shores, Can meet again. |
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| Solo | Banished from that bright dream Of the heart's truth, Betrayed by all that we have done and been, Sorrow still keeps faith. |
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| Solo | How many buried hearts Instruct me when I speak Of that long pilgrimage The soul must walk On bleeding feet Who has in folly lost One whom in bitter after-wisdom she must seek. |
v.41 | They shall be comforted, he said, Who sent the comforter To those who mourned him, dead: What comfort could he send, He being crucified, Unless himself, who died? |
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| Semi Ch | So many scattered leaves The Sibyl shakes From the living tree. Gather who will her oracles, Believe who may - All truths are lies Save love to love in love replies. |
v.42 | The last sorrow silent Forgetfulness That feels no loss, No hope discerns, Saddest impoverishment When deepest memories fade And all love's tears are dust. |
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| Solo | Lost Paradise With all its trees adrift In the great flood of night, And I live yet Not knowing where in emptiness Landfall lies. |
v.43 | Solo | Time was When each to other was a glass, And I in you and you in me beheld Lost Paradise, With every tree and bird so clear Regained it seemed: We did not guess how far From the heart's mirror the reflected star. |
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A night in a bad inn - But I would say Guest in love's house; And blessed and thrice blest Who walk on earth's sweet grass, Bathe in time's stream, And under green boughs rest - Too short a stay. |
v.44 | Semi Ch | Illusion all - Yet where for us the real Unless what seems? These cloud-tapped towers More durable than brass Our dreams. |
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| Solo | For the beat of a heart A world, a dream endures, Yet on this earth we met, And every stone is dear That wounds love's pilgrim feet Walking the way of time's Six thousand years. |
v.45 | Solo | Silence of the dead; The untold: What would you have me say? Dear love, when we on earth kept house together Were you then this mystery? |
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| Ch. | Strange bird across my evening sky - Who, passing soul, your guide On that far flight Beyond earth's dwindling star? With certainty of strong desire You wing your traceless way Into harbourless night. |
v.47 | Semi Ch | If fancy cannot cheat The fevered flesh, the aching heart, Can sense the dream With lineaments of dust? From Paradise The bird's undying voice Sings on. |
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Shadow of hills on the still loch, mysterious Inviolate green land, whose sun is cool as water, Whose stones bruise not, Seems soul's native place, this weary road The dark country in a glass. |
v.78 | Flash again, golden wing, Across my sterile plot, Seeking in vain Similitude of glade and dell. Where human passions dwell Few flowers spring, Too far from that remembered hill. |
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| Your garment cast away, This body's clay The grave that shrouds from sight The man of light, Bright, but how far you are. |
v.79 | If I could wake From bitter life as from a dream, In innocence new-bom To see the first day break, The promise of the eternal dawn Would bear your name. |
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| Solo | I would not change my grief For any joy: Sorrow the secret bond The signature of blood That seals to you my life Indissolubly. |
v.60 | Solo | Ended my earthly day, And with averted face I from your graveside rum away Into a veiled, a secret place. |
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| Dark stream. I did not know When to your brink I came How full your flow Of the world's sorrow: I dip my cup and drink. |
v.66 | Over your mountain isle Streaming cloud Shrouds the sunset: A shawl drawn close Over a mourner's head. |
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| Hearts memories Rooms I cannot enter more, Green ways by the water: Joy once ours Sings in the wind that stirs the grass. |
v.71 | Semi Ch | Not sorrow breaks the heart But an imagined joy So dear it cannot be But we have elsewhere known The lost estate we mourn. |
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| Memories: shrivelled leaves To keep or throw away. Love cannot piece by piece Remake the felled tree. |
v.84 | Solo | Blue serene wide sky Where sight runs free, joy Of unbounded light: It is as if we meet. |
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From your grave-side All ways lead away And time is long, my love, And memories fade, Old hearts grow cold: Must I too break faith With joy? |
v.85 | Semi Ch | Somewhere, it seems, You who walk with me in sleep; But in the sand of dreams Your passing leaves no trace To follow or find that place. |
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| If I could turn Upon my finger the bright ring of time, The now of then I would bring back again. |
v.97 | Solo | If I could follow you, How find? In numbers starry flow Of all night's multitude, what lot Once cast us heart to heart? |
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| Since smoke rose from your pyre All clouds are dear; but how Among those vague bright forms, Yours shall I know? |
v.98 | Ch. | Whisperer in the wind - From what dream do you look upon this shore Grown strange and fair and far? Rain walks with heavier tread, In rustle of grass you are, Then not -. |
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| 'In spirit accompany me. - Your parting words by heart I know, On what far joumey then do we Into the dark together go? |
v.99 | Near and far summit and sky, Soaring wing, circling joy, Thrilling bird-voice over the bay, You their bright presence, Dazzle of blue waves' dance, Gold of the silver sea. |
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| Ch. | Beyond the empry door Spaces, distances, stars Innumerable, beautiful and far; Mysterious night over us. The darkness too His house, and ours. |
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(Coda) That we die who live My heart knew by your grave. Does he live who died? 'He is not here', the angel on the stone replied. |
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| Out of the arms of night None can fall, Refuge of sinners Whose merciful stars towards us Beam from their height Indifference Absolving all. |
v.103 | Faith, shadow of desire Some hold; but I Who angelic hearsay fear To live by, Yet know that only the listening ear The gazing eye Can the far descry. |
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Text reprinted with the permission of Agenda Editions
| I A Rose for Lidice
Randall Swingler
Lidice lay unknown |
II The Oxen
Thomas Hardy
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| III Canzonet
Louis MacNeice
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