The Twelve
An Anthem for the Feast of Any Apostle
for SATB soli, mixed chorus, and organ (or orchestra)
General Information – Performing Forces – Manuscript – Publication – Recordings – Text
Composition:
Completed by March 1965. Walton orchestrated the accompaniment later that year.
First Performance, Original Version:
16 May 1965. Choir of Christ Church Cathedral, Oxford. Sydney Watson conductor,
Robert Bottone organ. Christ Church Cathedral, Oxford. Evensong service.
First Performance, Orchestral
Version:
2 January 1966. Westminster Abbey, London.
Duration:
About 12 minutes
Text:
W. H. Auden (1907–73). Written in 1964.
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Tempi:
Maestoso – Allegro – Lento – Allegro [304 m.]
Dedication:
"to Christ Church, Oxford and its Dean, Cuthbert Simpson"
Craggs Catalogue Number:
C77
Original Version:
Double mixed chorus (SATB/SATB)
[The manuscript specifies the minimum
choir size as 16 trebles, 4 altos, 4 tenors and 4 basses.]
Optional incidental solos for soprano, alto, tenor and bass
Organ
Orchestral Version:
Soprano, alto, tenor and bass soloists
Double mixed chorus (SATB/SATB)
2 flutes, 2 oboes, 2 clarinets, 2 bassoons – 4 horns, 2 trumpets, 3 trombones, tuba – timpani, percussion – harp – strings
Bodleian Library, University of Oxford. Autograph score of the original version, with organ accompaniment.
Frederick R. Koch Collection. Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library, Yale University. Manuscript FRKF 599. Autograph full score of orchestral version. 45 pages.
Oxford University Press. Vocal score, 1966, 019 3386402 (discontinued).
Oxford
University Press. Edited by Timothy Brown. William
Walton Edition, Volume 6, "Shorter Choral Works without
Orchestra", 1999, 019 3594323. Vocal score, 2000, 019 3594412.
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| Chorus, Orchestra (or Organist), and Soloists | Conductor | Year | Compact Disc | Timing |
| Ann Dowdall soprano,
Shirley Minty alto, Robert Tear tenor, Michael Wakeham baritone London Philharmonic Orchestra and Choir |
Sir William Walton | 1966 | BBC Legends 4098-2 | 12'13" |
| Choir of Trinity College, Cambridge, Richard Jackson or Graham Pearce organ | Richard Marlow | 1988 | Conifer CDCF 164 | 11'48" |
| Westminster Singers, City of London Sinfonia | Richard Hickox | 1989 | Chandos CHAN 8824 | 12'41" |
| The Finzi Singers, Andrew Lumsden organ | Paul Spicer | 1992 | Chandos CHAN 9222 | 11'15" |
| Choir of Christ Church Cathedral, Oxford, Stephen Farr organ | Stephen Darlington | 1992 | Nimbus NI 5364 | 11'29" |
| Schola Cantorum of Oxford, David Goode organ | Mark Shepherd | 1998 | Guild GMCD 7139 | 11'06" |
| Choir of St. John's College, Cambridge, Christopher Whitton organ | Christopher Robinson | 2001 | Naxos 8.555793 | 10'54" |
| Polyphony, James Vivian organ | Stephen Layton | 2002 | Hyperion CDA67330 | 11'32" |
| Choir of Queen's College, Cambridge, James Southall, organ | Samuel Hayes | 2003 | Guild GMCD 7287 | 11'59" |
Text:
I
Without arms or charm of culture,
Persons of no importance
From an unimportant Province,
They did as the Spirit bid,
Went forth into a joyless world
Of swords and rhetoric
To bring it joy.When they heard the Word, some demurred, some mocked, some were shocked: but many were stirred and the Word spread. Lives long dead were quickened to life; the sick were healed by the Truth revealed; released into peace from the gin of old sin, men forgot themselves in the glory of the story told by the Twelve.
Then the Dark Lord, adored by this world, perceived the threat of the Light to his might. From his throne he spoke to his own. The loud crowd, the sedate engines of State, were moved by his will to kill. It was done. One by one, they were caught, tortured, and slain.II
O Lord, my God,
Though I forsake thee
Forsake me not,
But guide me as I walk
Through the valley of mistrust,
And let the cry of my disbelieving absence
Come unto thee,
Thou who declared unto Moses:
"I shall be there."III
Children play about the ancestral graves, for the dead no longer walk.
Excellent still in their splendour are the antique statues: but can do neither good nor evil.
Beautiful still are the starry heavens: but our fate is not written there.
Holy still is speech, but there is no sacred tongue: the Truth may be told in all.
Twelve as the winds and the months are those who taught us these things: envisaging each in an oval glory, let us praise them all with a merry noise.— W. H. Auden (1907–73)