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The Lay of the Love and Death of Cornet Christopher Rilke
A lyric story originally published in 1906.
Paperback, 76 pages
Published
June 1st 1963
by W. W. Norton & Company
(first published 1912)
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I've long desired to translate Rilke -- one of the greatest poets ever to write in German -- and luckily, many American editions are printed bilingually. When I found a copy of "Die Weise von Liebe und Tod" in the library for 50 cents, I figured I could translate (with dictionary on hand), and then cross-reference it with a definitive English version.
As it happens, this book is unusually easy to read. Rilke wrote it early on, and there is a narrative woven throughout, reading more like the tone-...more
As it happens, this book is unusually easy to read. Rilke wrote it early on, and there is a narrative woven throughout, reading more like the tone-...more
My first Rilke, to whom Gass directed me, and the influence on Gass is certainly apparent. Given the bold clarity of form and the flashes of montage-like poetic detail, Rilke seems even proto-Eisensteinian in this short piece.
Best epic poem ever, and my favorite Rilke work. I've read this book at least a dozen times over the years.
just beautiful, tender, powerful, beautiful
Mar 22, 2011
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Shelves:
german-prose,
german-prague-authors
*_*
Aug 18, 2008
D.S. Mattison
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Riding, riding, riding.......into the black blank space of war. If there ever was a Goth poem this is it: "His gloves lie on the floor. His flag stands steeply, leaned against the window-cross. It is black and slender. Outside a storm drives over the sky, making pieces of the night, white ones and black ones. The moonlight goes by like a long lightning-flash, and the unstirring flag has restless shadows. It dreams." Worth reading to moody storm like music.
Strano testo, il Cornet. Frammenti poetici, fotografie antinarrative, accostate e ordinate, quasi a lasciare a noi lettori il dipanamento del filo che dal "cavalcare" iniziare conduce al triste "ridente gioco d'acqua". Già. Strano testo, il Cornet.
actually my family read it, parts i only listened
He was 19. I am amazed.
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Rainer Maria Rilke is considered one of the German language's greatest 20th century poets.
His haunting images tend to focus on the difficulty of communion with the ineffable in an age of disbelief, solitude, and profound anxiety — themes that tend to position him as a transitional figure between the traditional and the modernist poets.
He wrote in both verse and a highly lyrical prose. His two mos...more
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His haunting images tend to focus on the difficulty of communion with the ineffable in an age of disbelief, solitude, and profound anxiety — themes that tend to position him as a transitional figure between the traditional and the modernist poets.
He wrote in both verse and a highly lyrical prose. His two mos...more
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“They grope before them like blind people and find each the other as they would a door. Almost like children that dread the night, they press close into each other. And yet they are not afraid. There is nothing that might be against them: no yesterday, no morrow; for time is shattered. And they flower from its ruins.
He does not ask: 'Your husband?'
She does not ask: 'Your name?'
For indeed they have found each other, to be unto themselves a new generation.
They will give each other a hundred new names and take them all off again, gently, as one takes an earring off.”
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He does not ask: 'Your husband?'
She does not ask: 'Your name?'
For indeed they have found each other, to be unto themselves a new generation.
They will give each other a hundred new names and take them all off again, gently, as one takes an earring off.”
