His father, Josef Rilke (1838-1906), became a railway official after an unsuccessful military career. His childhood and youth in Prague were sorrowful. He was born René Karl Wilhelm Johann Josef Maria Rilke in Prague, Bohemia (then within Austria-Hungary, now the Czech Republic). He also wrote more than 400 poems in French, dedicated to his homeland of choice, the canton of Valais in Switzerland. His two most famous verse sequences are the Sonnets to Orpheus and the Duino Elegies his two most famous prose works are the Letters to a Young Poet and the semi-autobiographical The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge. He wrote in both verse and a highly lyrical prose. His haunting images 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. Rainer Maria Rilke (4 December 1875 – 29 December 1926) is considered one of the German language’s greatest 20th century poets. Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge
One must be able to forget them and have vast patience until they come again … and when they become blood within us, and glances and gestures … then first it can happen that in a rare hour the first word of a verse may arise and come forth… One must be able to think back the way to unknown places … and to partings long foreseen, to days of childhood … and to parents … to days on the sea … to nights of travel… and one must have memories of many nights of love, no two alike … and the screams of women in childbed … one must have sat by the dying, one must have sat by the dead in a room with open windows…. To write one line, a man ought to see many cities, people, and things he must learn to know animals and the way of birds in the air, and how little flowers Open in the morning. For poetry isn’t, as people imagine, merely feelings (these come soon enough) it is experiences. One should wait and gather sweetness and light all his life, a long one if possible, and then maybe at the end he might write ten good lines.
Poetry Dispatch No.142 | December 27, 2006Īlas, those verses one writes in youth aren’t much.
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