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terrimpin's review against another edition
5.0
Rilke has a gift for capturing the beauty of solitude. His poetry is melancholy, filled with longing, but never depressing.
Favorites from this collection:
Evening
Autumn
Silent Hour
Solitude
The Neighbour
Maidens I
Moonlight Night
In April
Death
Lament
Symbols
Growing Blind
Love Song
The Book Of A Monk’s Life
Favorites from this collection:
Evening
Autumn
Silent Hour
Solitude
The Neighbour
Maidens I
Moonlight Night
In April
Death
Lament
Symbols
Growing Blind
Love Song
The Book Of A Monk’s Life
davaar's review
probably not the best selection of his work, but Rilke definitely has a way with words
theromancedove's review against another edition
4.0
God I love Rilke
Every time I read rilke I'm looking for that poem, the one that grabs me with a set of dirty hooks and sways me in its rhythm. God I love Rilke
"I would like to sing someone to sleep,
to sit beside someone and be there.
I would like to rock you and sing softly
and go with you to and from sleep.
I would like to be the one in the house
who knew: The night was cold.
And I would like to listen in and listen out
into you, into the world, into the woods.
The clocks shout to one another striking,
and one sees to the bottom of time.
And down below one last, strange man walks by
and rouses a strange dog.
And after that comes silence.
I have laid my eyes upon you wide;
and they hold you gently and let you go
when something stirs in the dark."
Every time I read rilke I'm looking for that poem, the one that grabs me with a set of dirty hooks and sways me in its rhythm. God I love Rilke
"I would like to sing someone to sleep,
to sit beside someone and be there.
I would like to rock you and sing softly
and go with you to and from sleep.
I would like to be the one in the house
who knew: The night was cold.
And I would like to listen in and listen out
into you, into the world, into the woods.
The clocks shout to one another striking,
and one sees to the bottom of time.
And down below one last, strange man walks by
and rouses a strange dog.
And after that comes silence.
I have laid my eyes upon you wide;
and they hold you gently and let you go
when something stirs in the dark."
dolorsitamet's review against another edition
This is not a review, as I didn't really read it yet, not really.
It's not fair! I need to learn German. Now. I am now thoroughly convinced that my next language is German as opposed to ancient Greek.
A few pages in, I thought, Well this is very very nice English. But this is English! And the original is German. How do you even attempt to translate poetry?? There are subtleties in diction, meter, etc. that just do not get conveyed in translation. For example, the Aeneid. I'm sure Vergil's work is great and wonderful; in translation, you only get the gist, not the poetry. Arguably, similar points can be made for stories, and this is true -- I would love to read any work in the original language. Unfortunately, I cannot.
In short -- time to learn German. Somehow.
It's not fair! I need to learn German. Now. I am now thoroughly convinced that my next language is German as opposed to ancient Greek.
A few pages in, I thought, Well this is very very nice English. But this is English! And the original is German. How do you even attempt to translate poetry?? There are subtleties in diction, meter, etc. that just do not get conveyed in translation. For example, the Aeneid. I'm sure Vergil's work is great and wonderful; in translation, you only get the gist, not the poetry. Arguably, similar points can be made for stories, and this is true -- I would love to read any work in the original language. Unfortunately, I cannot.
In short -- time to learn German. Somehow.
rustedtrains's review against another edition
challenging
emotional
hopeful
inspiring
mysterious
reflective
relaxing
tense
medium-paced
4.0
wirsindgefangene's review against another edition
》Schlussstück
Der Tod ist groß.
Wir sind die Seinen
lachenden Munds.
Wenn wir uns mitten im Leben meinen,
wagt er zu weinen
mitten in uns.《
Wie immer bei Lyrikbänden war einiges dabei, was mich begeistern konnte. Andere Gedichte haben meinen Geschmack nicht getroffen.
Der Tod ist groß.
Wir sind die Seinen
lachenden Munds.
Wenn wir uns mitten im Leben meinen,
wagt er zu weinen
mitten in uns.《
Wie immer bei Lyrikbänden war einiges dabei, was mich begeistern konnte. Andere Gedichte haben meinen Geschmack nicht getroffen.
bengesko's review against another edition
5.0
Nothing I can say to truly praise the cadence and the moving imagery of this poet, but I can give major kudos to Mr Snow for the best translations I've read of Rilke's work.
chela_c's review against another edition
emotional
mysterious
reflective
fast-paced
valenthequeer's review against another edition
dark
emotional
hopeful
inspiring
reflective
sad
medium-paced
4.0