Possible new Bookstravaganza rule: no poetry. We’ll discuss. The huge time constraint we place upon ourselves this month makes it really, really hard to truly appreciate poems of this caliber. Rilke was a genius. So there’s that.
Last year I attended a session at the Edmonton Poetry Festival about translation. I’ve considered picking it up as a hobby, but I don’t have a poetic enough mind (and also I am a grad student with no time for hobbies). This book contains the original versions of a bunch of Rilke’s poems, along with their translations and notes. And they were lovely, although I was too rushed to really enjoy them. Lots of stuff about death, angels, and stars. I’d like to come back to this in a month or so.
Books read: 35