The Collected Works of Rainer Maria Rilke. Illustrated: Poems, Auguste Rodin, Letter To A Young Poet
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His writings include one novel, several collections of poetry and several volumes of correspondence in which he invokes images that focus on the difficulty of communion with the ineffable in an age of disbelief, solitude and anxiety. These themes position him as a transitional figure between traditional and modernist writers.
Contents:
1. Poems (Translated by Jessie Lamont)
2. Auguste Rodin (Rendered into English by Jessie Lemont)
3. Letter To A Young Poet (Translated by Jessie Lemont and Hans Trausil)
Rainer Maria Rilke
Rainer Maria Rilke was born in Prague in 1875 and traveled throughout Europe for much of his adult life, returning frequently to Paris. There he came under the influence of the sculptor Auguste Rodin and produced much of his finest verse, most notably the two volumes of New Poems as well as the great modernist novel The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge. Among his other books of poems are The Book of Images and The Book of Hours. He lived the last years of his life in Switzerland, where he completed his two poetic masterworks, the Duino Elegies and Sonnets to Orpheus. He died of leukemia in December 1926.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This is a collection of poems I hope to understand some day.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I bought this based on a close reading of a single poem on the Book Riot podcast. I knew it was going to be right up my alley and it REALLY was. Musings on religion and existence through the metaphor/reality of gardening, and it ends up blending faith with a sort of naturalistic fatalism and I ate it up with a spoon. I have been sleeping on Glück too long, and I need to read at least one more of her collections this year.Favorite poems: Matins (p. 31), Midsummer, Vespers (p. 37), End of Summer, Vespers (p. 56)
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I appreciated this trialogue between human, nature, and the divine, discussing life lessons intended and ignored.I was drawn particularly to the parental despair of the divine, the angst of the human, and the zen of the flowers.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The most common piece of criticism that I hear about Louise Glück is that she needs to “stop writing about flowers.” I suppose that’s valid, but a bit simplistic. I do feel that at times she is working too hard to find meaning in clovers or something, just so she can fill up the collection. But for me, the vast majority of these poems really work. I can’t really say that I fully understand the nuances of poetry and what makes a poem good or bad, so if you are a more casual reader of poetry, like me, this review might be helpful.
The other reviews will tell you that God is represented by poems titled with seasons, weather, or light; people are represented by poems titled with prayers (Vespers and Matins, mostly); and nature is represented by poems titled with flowers or other plants. In this review, I do the same. It’s important to know. But really, what is the difference between us and nature, to God? For that matter, to the plants, what is the difference between us and God?
There are differences, here, though I can’t really tell you what they are. Just that the essences of things are different. Glück understands these essences perfectly and works them over, basically turning the entire collection into a giant apostrophe to the larger world of things outside the self, looking for recognition, exploring the joys and limitations of experience, the complexities of a fulfilling or unfulfilling relationship (with God or not), growth, depression and persistence, as well as the coming death winter brings. The plants die, humans retreat from the garden, God sleeps. When that happens, you can return to this collection and remember the summer.
So yes, this collection is “about flowers.” If your basic level of reading comprehension stops there, then go ahead and skip this. - Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5It's been quite a while since I last read this one from a grad course. I picked it up today, and thought I'd give it another shot without the cumbersome grad school stress peeling back my skin, making me hate the literary pundits, and so ready to throw each volume of the OED at the next pontificating windbag of politics and academia. But all of that is behind me now, so it deserves a baggage-free read--so far exceptionally good. Review will follow soon. After reading it:Did I state exceptionally good? (cough) It seems my urge to project an intellectual analyis before even reading it again caught up with me.I didn't really care for it. However, I can acknowledge that it would appeal to others. I just found the book a little gimicky?Anyway, live and learn and watch your garden grow.
- Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5May be I just don't get her special style of writing (which, of course, I do not believe), but to me this book is just not poetic, not intense, not thought or emotions provoking babble.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This is probably my favorite book out of my entire library. Stark, multi-layered, elegant, Gluck's garden speaks in an oracular voice of the unceasing effort of living and the inevitability of death. Her flowers are tortured, and their pain speaks to the timeless condition of humanity. The influence of the inimitable Stanley Kunitz is evident (I read once that these poems were developed under his direct guidance). If you enjoy this and want to explore more about its context, you may want to invest in Kunitz's lovely book *The Wild Braid: A Poet Reflects on a Century in the Garden*.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The second book of poetry by Gluck that I've read and by far the best of the two. Very lyrical with excellent use of metaphor. I almost did not read this book based upon the previous contact with the author's work. This would have been my loss.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The language is graceful, as are the images, but they also weren't memorable for me. I'm afraid that while the talent with language shows through here, I won't be coming back to these.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Pulitzer prize winning book, and perhaps the most accessible Gluck book ever. The Matins (and others) are prayers. And the poems about flowers (the Red Poppies poem, especially) are brilliant, rich, sensual. Read it.
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The Collected Works of Rainer Maria Rilke. Illustrated - Rainer Maria Rilke
Poems
To the Memory of Auguste Rodin Through Whom I Came to Know Rainer Maria Rilke
The Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke
εἶσὶ γὰρ οὖν, οἳ ἐν ταῖς ψυχαῖς κυοῦσιν
Plato
The supreme problem of every age is that of finding its consummate artistic expression. Before this problem every other remains of secondary importance. History defines and directs its physical course, science cooperates in the achievement of its material aims, but Art alone gives to the age its spiritual physiognomy, its ultimate and lasting expression.
The process of Art is on the one hand sensuous, the conception having for its basis the fineness of organization of the senses; and on the other hand it is severely scientific, the value of the creation being dependent upon the craftsmanship, the mastery over the tool, the technique.
Art, like Nature, its great and only reservoir for all time past and all time to come, ever strives for elimination and selection. It is severe and aristocratic in the application of its laws and impervious to appeal to serve other than its own aims. Its purpose is the symbolization of Life. In its sanctum there reigns the silence of vast accomplishment, the serene, final, and imperturbable solitude which is the ultimate criterion of all great things created.
To speak of Poetry is to speak of the most subtle, the most delicate, and the most accurate instrument by which to measure Life.
Poetry is reality's essence visioned and made manifest by one endowed with a perception acutely sensitive to sound, form, and colour, and gifted with a power to shape into rhythmic and rhymed verbal symbols the reaction to Life's phenomena. The poet moulds that which appears evanescent and ephemeral in image and in mood into everlasting values. In this act of creation he serves eternity.
Poetry, in especial lyrical poetry, must be acknowledged the supreme art, culminating as it does in a union of the other arts, the musical, the plastic, and the pictorial.
The most eminent contemporary poets of Europe have, each in accordance with his individual temperament, reflected in their work the spiritual essence of our age, its fears and failures, its hopes and high achievements: Maeterlinck, with his mood of resignation and his retirement into a dusky twilight where his shadowy figures move noiselessly like phantoms in fate-laden dimness; Dehmel, the worshipper of will, with his passion for materiality and the beauty of all things physical and tangible; Verhaeren, the visionary of a new vitality, who sees in the toilers of fields and factories the heroic gesture of our time and who might have written its great epic of industry but for the overwhelming lyrical mood of his soul.
Until a few years ago, known only to a relatively small community on the continent but commanding an ever increasing attention which has borne his name far beyond the boundary of his country, the personality of Rainer Maria Rilke stands to-day beside the most illustrious poets of modern Europe.
The background against which the figure of Rainer Maria Rilke is silhouetted is so varied, the influences which have entered into his life are so manifold, that a study of his work, however slight, must needs take into consideration the elements through which this poet has matured into a great master.
Prague, the city in which Rilke was born in 1875, with its sinister palaces and crumbling towers that rose in the early Middle Ages and have reached out into our time like the threatening fingers of mighty hands which have wielded swords for generations and which are stained with the blood of many wounds of many races; the city where amid grey old ruins blonde maidens are at play or are lost in reverie in the green cool parks and shady gardens with which the Bohemian capital abounds, this Prague of mingled grotesqueness and beauty gave to the young boy his first impressions.
There is a period in the life of every artist when his whole being seems lost in a contemplation of the surrounding world, when the application to work is difficult, like the violent forcing of something that is awaiting its time. This is the time of his dream, as sacred as the days of early spring before wind and rain and light have touched the fruits of the fields, when there is a tense bleak silence over the whole of nature, in which is wrapped the strength of storms and the glow of the summer's sun. This is the time of his deepest dream, and upon this dream and its guarding depends the final realization of his life's work.
The young graduate of the Gymnasium was to enter upon the career of an army officer in accordance with the traditions of the family, an old noble house which traces its lineage far back to Carinthian ancestry. His inclinations, however, pointed so decisively in the direction of the finer arts of life that he left the Military Academy after a very short attendance to devote himself to the study of philosophy and the history of art.
As one turns the pages of Rilke's first small book of poems, published originally under the title Larenopfer, in the year 1895, and which appeared in more recent editions under the less descriptive name Erste Gedichte, one realizes at once, in spite of a lack of plasticity in the presentation, that here speaks one who has lingered long and lovingly over the dream of his boyhood. As the title indicates, these poems are a tribute, an offering to the Lares, the home spirits of his native town. Prague and the surrounding country are the ever recurring theme of almost every one of these poems. The meadows, the maidens, the dark river in the evening, the spires of the cathedral at night rising like grey mists are seen with a wonderment, the great well — spring of all poetic imagination, with a well — nigh religious piety. Through all these poems there sounds like a subdued accompaniment a note of gratitude for the ability to thus vision the world, to be sunk in the music of all things. Without is everything that I feel within myself, and without and within myself everything is immeasurable, illimitable.
These pictures of town and landscape are never separated from their personal relation to the poet. He feels too keenly his dependence upon them, as a child views flowers and stars as personal possessions. Not until later was he to reach the height of an impersonal objectivity in his art. What distinguishes these early poems from similar adolescent productions is the restraint in the presentation, the economy and intensity of expression and that quality of listening to the inner voice of things which renders the poet the seer of mankind.
The second book of poems appeared two years later and like the first volume Traumgekront is full of the music that is reminiscent of the mild melancholy of the Bohemian folk-songs, in whose gentle rhythms the barbaric strength of the race seems to be lulled to rest as the waves of a far-away tumultuous sea gently lap the shore. The themes of Traumgekront are extended somewhat beyond the immediate environment of Prague and some of the most beautiful poems are luminous pictures of villages hidden in the snowy blossoming of May and June, out of which rises here and there the solitary soft voice of a boy or girl singing. In these first two volumes the poet is satisfied with painting in words, full of sonorous beauty, the surrounding world. From this period dates the small poem Evening, which seems to have been sketched by a Japanese painter, so clear and colourful is its texture, so precious and precise are its outlines.
With Advent and Mir Zur Feier, both published within the following three years, a phase of questioning commences, a dim desire begins to stir to reach out into the larger world deep into life, out beyond time.
Whereas the early poems were characterized by a tendency to turn away from the turmoil of life-in fact, the concrete world of reality does not seem to exist — there is noticeable in these two later volumes an advance