Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels’
hierarchies? and even if one of them pressed me
suddenly against his heart: I would be consumed
in that overwhelming existence. 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. Every angel is terrifying.
- The First Elegy, Rainer Maria Rilke (Stephen Mitchell trs.)
Sydney writer Sheridan Rogers reflects on a recent visit to Duino Castle, near Trieste, the very place that inspired the "Duino Elegies", arguably Rilke's greatest contribution to 20th-century poetry and life. She also reflects on her own relationship to this poet and his work.
"Great art often communicates before it is understood..."
“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue.
“Do not seek the answers which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing, live alone some distant day into the answer.”
Silent friend of many distances, feel
how your breath enlarges all of space.
Let your presence ring out like a bell
into the night. What feeds upon your face
Grows mighty from the nourishment thus offered.
Grows mighty from the nourishment thus offered.
Move through transformation, out and in.
What is the deepest loss that you have suffered?
If drinking is bitter, change yourself to wine.
- Sonnets to Orpheus 11, 29
For this suffering has lasted far too long;
none of us can bear it; it is too heavy -
this tangled suffering of spurious love
which, building on convention like a habit,
calls itself just, and fattens on injustice.
Show me a man with the right to his possession.
- Requiem
Oh how I yearned for a soul mate like Rilke, someone with his depth and insight. And here he was, in Requiem, again speaking directly to me:- Requiem
Are you still here? Are you standing in some corner? -
You knew so much of all this, you were able
to do so much; you passed through life so open
to all things, like an early morning.
For this is wrong, if anything is wrong:
not to enlarge the freedom of a love
with all the inner freedom one can summon.
We need in love, to practice only this:
letting each other go. For holding on
comes easily; we do not need to learn it.
- Requiem
Rainer Maria Rilke and Clara Westhoff |
Ah, I found myself asking, had he - the "Poet Rilke" - also cast his spell over me? Dowrick continues: “Rilke’s not-so-private life is certainly not above moral discussion. On the contrary, some critics have spun years of work out of exactly that. Yet anything but a glance in Rilke’s direction shows that the paradoxes around him are extreme.”
Dowrick quotes another poet, Galway Kinnell, from his book The Essential Rilke: “A number of readers and critics...reverse the conventional wisdom – that an artist’s human deficiencies, as well as any attendant human wreckage the artist might leave behind, are simply the price that must be paid for great art – and find that certain often-dismissed flaws in fact damage the art. These more sceptical readers see Rilke less as an authority on how to live than as a sufferer telling in brilliant confusion his own strange and gripping interpretation of what it is to be human.”
How we squander our hours of pain.
How we gaze beyond them into the bitter duration
to see if they have an end. Though they are really
our winter-enduring foliage, our dark evergreen,
one season in our inner year --,not only a season
in time--, but are place and settlement, foundation and soil and home.
- The Tenth Elegy
Duino Castle - "Who, if I cried out, would hear me...?" |
The Castle is set on an imposing rock spur of the Carso high above the Gulf of Trieste, and the vivid contrast between the sheer brilliant white of the limestone cliffs and the deep cobalt blue of the Adriatic Sea left me gasping – as had the Elegies. After all these years, here he was calling to me again:
Children, one earthly Thing
truly experienced, even once, is enough for a lifetime.
Don’t think that fate is more than the density of childhood;
how often you outdistanced the man you loved, breathing, breathing
after the blissful chase, and passed on into freedom.
Truly being here is glorious.
- The Seventh Elegy
The old castle is now a ruin and is famous for the legend of the Dama Bianca (the White Lady) because the white rock on which the castle sits is said to have the shape of a veiled woman.
The legend tells of a White Lady thrown from the walls of an ancient castle by her wicked husband, but the sky felt pity for her and gave her a rock body before she fell, smashing onto the rocks. It is said her soul is still there on a cliff near the remains of the old castle and that some nights she comes to life again and wanders restlessly.
But if the endlessly dead awakened a symbol in us,
perhaps they would point to the catkins hanging from the bare
branches of the hazel-trees, or
would evoke the raindrops that fall onto the dark earth in springtime. --
And we, who have always thought of happiness as rising, would feel
And we, who have always thought of happiness as rising, would feel
the emotion that almost overwhelms us
whenever a happy thing falls.
- The Tenth Elegy
- The Tenth Elegy
There was no tempest the day I visited. As I stood with the clear autumn sunshine on my back and looked through the dark woods to the old castle and out to the wide blue sea, I recalled his words:
Nowhere, Beloved, will world be but within us. Our life
passes in transformation. And the external
shrinks into less and less....
Many no longer perceive it, yet miss the chance
to build it inside themselves now, with pillars and statues: greater.
- The Seventh Elegy
Sheridan Rogers |
Sheridan Rogers is a Sydney writer currently living in Italy. You can contact her via her blog or also via Facebook. You can purchase the books mentioned POSTAGE FREE via the links provided or via the bookstore links above right. We have had several articles on Rilke over the years - not least because of Stephanie Dowrick's and also Mark S Burrows' interest and scholarship on the poet. Please put "Rilke" into our search button and find those treasures! Sheridan's Rilke extracts are from Stephen Mitchell's translations of Rilke's work.
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