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Rainer Maria Rilke hat in seiner Lyrik immer wieder die Natur beschrieben -- Gärten, Blumen, Bäume. Ihre Schönheit und zugleich Vergänglichkeit, die Gleichnis für unser eigenes Leben sind. Marianne Beuchert vereint einige der schönsten Naturgedichte Rilkes in diesem kleinen Band, der berühmte Herbsttag ist ebenso darunter wie Die Treppe der Orangerie, inspiriert vom Park Versailles, Vor dem Sommerregen oder die Blaue Hortensie. Sparsam, doch wunderbar dazu ausgewählt die Fotographien von Fontänen, stillen Parkwinkeln oder der Blütenpracht englischer Rosen.
Ein liebevoll gestaltetes Bändchen, das mit Rilkes Versen neue Sichtweisen auf Gärten und Parks eröffnet -- und am besten ebendorthin mitgenommen und gelesen werden sollte.--Gudrun Christoph
Hardcover
First published January 1, 1977
"Before a house massive and severe as a canon of the Middle Ages, the garden really must extent like the opened pages of a beautiful illuminated antiphony. It must dare over five lines to propose a precise music. Until now, from my poor disoriented terrace only scattered notes have emanated, where the melody only makes itself known by the caprice of indifferent and distracted chance. Ah, come, dear Mademoiselle, lend my flowers some ideas." (52)Displaced and wandering poet Rainer Maria Rilke finally found a place to settle down in July 1921, when he moved into the chateau of Muzot, a thirteenth-century medieval tower surrounded by vineyards above the town of Sierre in the Canton Valais, Switzerland. Here, in the final years of his life, he would complete the Duino Elegies and compose the Sonnets to Orpheus. The Letters around a Garden include twenty-two letters that were written from Muzot and the sanatorium at Val-Mont in a one-sided exchange from 1924 to 1926 between Rilke (whose letters alone we read) with a young aristocratic Swiss woman named Antoinette de Bonstetten—a passionate horticulturist to whom Rilke turned for advice regarding the design and upkeep of the Muzot rose garden (whose letters are lost).
"We need art (and still!) or all the resources and expectations of childhood, and the constant contribution of so many things to support ourselves, alone. A willing house; a garden innocent and giving; the curve of birds in the air; the winds, the rains, memories and the calm of a starry firmament stretching to the infinite: all this just so a human being can settle with his heart!" (19)