which is why there is such an abundance of mediocre and plain poor poetry. Too many aspiring poets of the English speaking spheres do not read enough good or much less, poetry of high quality.
I’m reading on Rilke, both in English translation and German. Here is a tranlation I’m working on with the help of Babelfish (I polish the grammar in English a bit):
Before scarcely four years in the forum once the attempt was started to collect Rilke texts to spring. I got a fast start with Rilke, quoted dear Goethe and Moerike. I stated that Rilke was probably rather an autumn and a winter poet. We mean, Rilke are a poet for all seasons, and we want to begin the proof this year: Thilo of Pape, on behalf island of the publishing house arranged four Anthologien with Rilke texts to the four seasons. The first volume against the data of Amazon.de only at the end of will appear probably April. Therein and reflects Rilke describes spring in all shades – without thereby to fluttering blue volumes to fall back to have: Spring in Worpswede and “jump in Paris”, the call of the kuckucks and singing the blackbird, a Elegie and a poem to paint that on a Osterei is… The other volumes follow in the course of the yearly – to the Mitlesen and Mitleben!
(Drat! My wife is pestering me to make the bed. I’ll post this and return to it afterwards, with another hot cup of coffee).
