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Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God by Rainer Maria Rilke

aphunt_reads's review against another edition

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challenging emotional hopeful reflective medium-paced

4.0

katiemonty's review against another edition

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reflective medium-paced

5.0

snailofdoom's review

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4.0

4 stars because the writing and prose is beautifulllll.
I dont really care too much of the content and religious aspects of the poetry but the writing is just too good so its deserving.

devonjones's review

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4.0

Reading this as an ebook is not a great experience.

adambwriter's review

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5.0

❤️‍

glowbird's review

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3.0

I do not connect with Rilke. Never have. Wanted to give him another try and the results are the same. I wish the copy I had would have been a bilingual edition. When I read translated poetry I find it helpful to see the original text, even if I can’t fully read it. Not sure that would have made a big difference here.

mirkilly's review

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4.0

All becoming has needed me

kmatthe2's review

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5.0

Beautiful. Expansive. Searching. Grappling. Devotional lyric at its best.

riverss's review

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4.0

"What will you do, God, when I die?"

It hurts not to give this book 5 stars, as I was sure this was going to become my next favourite book ever. It has some of my favourite poems ever written. I didn't read the first part. I breathed it. I was *there*. It's the kind of experience you don't even want to talk about, so I won't.
What I will say is that this particular translation of Rilke's Book of Hours bothers me. I hate that the translators made so many changes and left out whole stanzas and even poems.
Rilke himself has quickly become my favourite poet and one of my favourite writers. I'll go back to this book again and again.

aprillikesbooks's review

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5.0

"God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand."

Book of Hours, I 59