Showing posts with label Lou Andreas-Salome. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lou Andreas-Salome. Show all posts

"Autumn Day" by Rainer Maria Rilke


Lord, it is time. The summer was so great.
Now lay your shadow across the sundials,
And let the winds of the field run free.

Tell the last of the grapes to ripen:
give them two more days of southern warmth,
urge them to completion, and then chase
one final sweetness into the heavy wine.

He who has no house now will not build one.
He who is alone will be that way a long time.
He’ll lie awake and read and write long letters,
and, up and down along the avenues,
will wander anxiously, when brown leaves scatter.

Rainer Maria Rilke; translated by Frank Beck

At the end of August 1902, Rilke left his wife Clara Westhoff and their infant daughter Ruth in Munich and went to Paris to work on a monograph about Rodin. He found a room in a small hotel in the rue Toullier, two blocks from the Jardin du Luxembourg, which seemed to promise "thinking, rest, solitude, everything I longed for."

Rilke spent his days wondering through Rodin's studio, taking notes and talking with the artist. At 27, Rilke had doubts about his writing, and it thrilled him to see the 62-year-old sculptor so confidently and diligently at work. The nights, however, were lonely (Clara didn't join her husband until early October), and out of that loneliness, on September 21, he wrote "Herbsttag" ("Autumn Day").

I've tried to reproduce Rilke's economical German, which contains few adjectives, uses only one metaphor ("chase/one final sweetness") and moves briskly, presenting three separate scenes in just 12 lines. Since "Herbsttag" first appeared in the second edition of The Book of Images (Das Buch der Bilder) in 1906, it has become one of Rilke's most widely anthologized and translated poems.

Herr: es ist Zeit. Der Sommer war sehr groß.
Leg deinen Schatten auf die Sonnenuhren,
und auf den Fluren laß die Winde los.

Befiehl den letzten Früchten voll zu sein;
gieb ihnen noch zwei südlichere Tage,
dränge sie zur Vollendung hin und jage
die letzte Süße in den schweren Wein.

Wer jetzt kein Haus hat, baut sich keines mehr.
Wer jetzt allein ist, wird es lange bleiben,
wird wachen, lesen, lange Briefe schreiben
und wird in den Alleen hin und her

"Prayer to Life" by Lou Andreas-Salomé

Lou von Salomé as a teenager

As truly as I'd love a friend,
I have always loved you, riddling life,
whether I've laughed with you or wept,
whether you have brought me pleasure or strife.

Even in your sorrow I love you,
and, when you scatter me through space,
I will tear myself out of your arms
as a friend from a friend's embrace.

With all my strength I cling to you!
Let all your fire enkindle me.
Even in the heat of battle
let me unravel your mysteries.

Thousands of years to live and to think!
In your arms I long to remain.
And, when you have no more joy to give --
very well -- you still have your pain.

"Lebensgebet," Lou Andreas-Salomé
Translated by Frank Beck

In 1880 Lou von Salomé of St. Petersburg was 19 and studying at the University of Zurich, one of the first universities to accept female students. She audited courses in philosophy, theology and art history. At the same time, she wrote poems, including this bold declaration to accept whatever life might bring her.

Two years later in Rome, Lou struck up a friendship with 37-year-old Friedrich Nietzsche, who liked her poem so much he set it to music. In an 1882 letter to Ida Overbeck, he wrote, "I found no more gifted or reflective spirit. Lou is by far the most intelligent person I have ever become acquainted with." Lou went on to become Rilke's "lover, mother, and muse" and a pioneering psychoanalyst to whom Freud sometimes referred patients.

A 2016 feature film by Cordula Kablitz-Post tells the story of her life. It is available on Vimeo and other streaming platforms and on BluRay/DVD.

In June 2021 Raleigh Whitinger and I published the first English translation of Andreas-Salomé's 1921 novel, Das Haus.