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Poems for These Times: 9
(24 May 2020)
The Tenth Duino Elegy
by Rainer Maria Rilke
This week’s poetic offering is by Rainer Maria Rilke, the Bohemian-Austrian poet (1875 –1926), from the tenth of his Duino Elegies. These elegies express the joy and anguish of human existence, and the interdependence of life and death, with a deep lyrical intensity.
Excerpt from The Tenth Duino Elegy
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Someday, emerging at last from the violent insight,
let me sing out jubilation and praise to assenting angels.
Let not even one of the clearly-struck hammers of my heart
fail to sound because of a slack, a doubtful,
or a broken string. Let my joyfully streaming face
make me more radiant; let my hidden weeping arise
and blossom. How dear you will be to me then, you nights
of anguish. Why didn’t I kneel more deeply to accept you,
inconsolable sisters, and surrendering, lose myself
in your loosened hair. 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.
Poems for These Times
‘Poems for These Times’ is a special collection of poetry offered in response to the Covid-19 pandemic. It is intended as a way of sustaining us, and to give us something on which to meditate together during these difficult and challenging times.
There will be just one poem each week, so that we can really stay with what is offered. We can read it – perhaps aloud – to ourselves or to any companions in our isolation, and sense the vibrations through our whole being. For poetry has the power to affect us on every level – body, mind, heart and soul. It has a magic, which, in the words of poet Adrienne Rich:
“… goes back very far: the rune; the chant; the incantation; the spell; the kenning; sacred words; the naming of the child; the plant, the insect, the ocean, the configuration of stars, the snow, the sensation in the body… The physical reality of the human voice.”
Of course, not every poem will appeal to everyone – that is inevitable. But there is also the possibility that staying with something that does not immediately appeal can be stimulating and helpful. Experience suggests that sustained attention and contemplation of a poem’s music, words and thoughts can be deeply rewarding.
It would be lovely to share any responses and thoughts you may have through our comments section below.
Barbara Vellacott
Sources (click to close)
Poem: From Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies and The Sonnets of Orpheus, translated by Stephen Mitchell (Vintage, 2009)
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This brought to mind Siegfried Sassoon’s ‘Everyone Sang’, a favourite of my mother’s:
Everyone suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom
Winging wildly across the white
Orchards and dark green fields; on; on; and out of sight.
Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted,
And beauty came like the setting sun.
My heart was shaken with tears and horror
Drifted away … O but every one
Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.
A simple thanks for this series, which I hope will continue long beyond this present time. I now look forward each week to them winging their way around the world like migrating birds returning home.
poetry is prayer
light dancing inside words
five times a day
I try to write
step by step
I move towards the mihrab
I prepare to recite
what is in my heart
I recite your name
E. Ethelbert Miller
Salat
i followed this one up with Poetry Chaikhana’s weekly offering ( which is well worth a free subscription to as it also incorporates a helpful commentary and meditation. This one by William Wordsworth which echoes your offering :
https://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/
Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows
Like harmony in music; there is a dark
Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles
Discordant elements, makes them cling together
In one society. How strange, that all
The terrors, pains, and early miseries,
Regrets, vexations, lassitudes interfused
Within my mind, should e’er have borne a part,
And that a needful part, in making up
The calm existence that is mine when I
Am worthy of myself! Praise to the end!
Thank you, Barbara.
I particularly like this line
‘How we squander our hours of pain’
Such a helpful reminder right now.
Sophia