A mystic lyricism and precise imagery often marked verse of German poet Rainer Maria Rilke, whose collections profoundly influenced 20th-century German literature and include The Book of Hours (1905) and The Duino Elegies (1923).
People consider him of the greatest 20th century users of the language.
His haunting images tend to 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.
The phrase “Never meet your heroes” comes to mind with this particular edition of Letters to a Young Poet.
Rilke’s letters themselves are pretty great. For the most part, they’re introspective in an instructive way, teaching his reader and now thousands more about the importance of nature, self-reliance, and truthfulness in the creation of art. Occasionally, he veers off into a land where I have no idea what he’s talking about. But for the most part, the concepts he’s delivering Kappus in his letters are beautifully written and thoughtfully organized.
However, just as Kappus idolized Rilke as a young student, so did I as the reader until the “Chronicle” in the back of the book, which seeks to give us an idea of what Rilke was going through during he and Kappus’s correspondence. “Going through” is the operative phrase: the author pulls the curtain back on Rilke’s life, providing a weirdly intimate and yet at times alienating profile of a man who was desperately unsure of himself.
The Chronicle, while at times interesting, is way too lacking in detail to justify the neutering effect it has on the message in Rilke’s letters, and I’m feeling frustrated that I read it. It also ends abruptly, which confused me to no end.
While I know some of Rilke’s words will stick with me, this collection as a whole will not.