Duino Elegies & The Sonnets to Orpheus A Dual-Language Edition Written by Rainer Maria Rilke Translated by Stephen Mitchell. Duino Elegies & The Sonnets . Duino Elegies by Rainer Maria Rilke. Shambhala Publications, Inc., Translated by Stephen Mitchell. The First Elegy Who, if I cried out, would hear me . The Ninth Duino Elegy. —Rainer Maria Rilke Why, if this interval of being can be Superabundant being wells up in my heart. (Translated by Stephen Mitchell).
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Singing god, how was that first sleep so perfect that she had no desire ever to wake? For that reason, I’ve decided to make this Jameson’s bedtime reading: But then the Sixth and Seventh Elegies form a moving triptych with the Eighth, my favourite.
Jan 03, Niara Martins rated it really liked it. Creatures of stillness crowded from the bright unbound forest, out of their lairs and nests; and it was not from any dullness, not from fear, that they were so quiet in themselves, but from just listening. I’d rather read George Barker, but the endnotes reminded about the mystical properties of the willow branch.
I dragged these Elegies with me for a long time, never really warming to them. Jan 31, Regan rated it it was amazing. Dad read this to me at bedtime see. True singing is a different breath, about nothing. Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Ein Mal jedes, nur ein Mal. Simple, for a god. I am certainly not an expert but I found his poetical melody quite unique.
Perhaps there remains for us some tree on a hillside, which every day we can take into our vision.
Duino Elegies and the Sonnets to Orpheus – Stephen Mitchell
Some cause him to think deeply Others drive him into hiding Some inspire a triumphant cheer And others he just fucking hates Finally, some are so shocking that he can’t even sleep Rilke’s verse has been attempted by many a translator Edward Snow and Stephen Mitchell are favoritesbut not one has truly approached the mithcell himself.
Fragment of an Elegy. All this was mission.
And her sleep was everything: We were growing; sometimes we hurried to grow up too soon, half for the sake dkino those who had nothing more than being grown-up. View all 3 comments.
Refresh and try again. That didn’t happen to me at all. Stephen Mitchell has also translated every other book of Rilke’s that I’ve read. When does he pour. I work with a local environmental non profit.
Mostly because while reading Rilke, I wasn’t reading anyone else. Books by Rainer Maria Rilke.
Duino Elegies and the Sonnets to Orpheus
He can crystalize beautiful images, trimming the superficial, into just a few words. Jan 06, Lucy Qhuay rated it did not like it Shelves: Open Preview See a Problem?
We, human beings, are never able to get in touch with the Ding-an-sich, with what Rilke calls ‘the Open’. Within this, Rilke’s poems themselves Extraordinary. PoulinMark Doty No preview available – Like I said, this book starts with ten elegies. Oh believe me, you no longer need your springtimes to win me over-one of them, ah, even one, is already too much for my blood.
Duino Elegies and The Sonnets to Orpheus
Only we are weighed down by desire, caught in ourselves and enthralled with our heaviness. Often a star was waiting for you to notice it. She slept the world. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here Yesterday our campus bookstore had a sale and so I went and bought books including this one. Email required Address never made public.
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Aug 14, Max rated it it was amazing Shelves: I find it very surprising that this somewhat new book marks the first time these two works have been collected together, considering how strongly Rilke felt about them working in tandem. They contain an intense amount of mysticism. Fling the emptiness out of your arms into the spaces we breathe.
Not angels, not humans, and already the knowing animals are aware That we are not really at home in our interpreted world. And all things hushed. And so I hold myself back and swallow the call-note of my dark sobbing. For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, which we still are just able to endure, and we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.