Maybe I should put a warning label on this post. Graphic Poetic Content.I guess “The Birth of Venus,” another of Rilke’s New Poems, counts as a story. It is a mythological event, it has a character. It allows Rilke to be almost purely...
Maybe I should put a warning label on this post. Graphic Poetic Content.I guess “The Birth of Venus,” another of Rilke’s New Poems, counts as a story. It is a mythological event, it has a character. It allows Rilke to be almost purely descriptive, though. First, the birth:In the morning after that night which fearfullyhad passed in outcry, tumult, uproar, -the sea split open once again and screamed.And as the sea slowly closed upand from the sky’s pale light and brightnessfell back into the fishes’ chasm –:the sea gave birth.Two characters, then, the newborn Venus ("white, dripping, and confused"), and the sea, who is given all of the trauma of childbirth. The next seven stanzas do nothing but look at Venus, who is nude and described with a physical, sexual language, mitigated by the distance of metaphor:Beneath [the navel] the small wave rose lightlyand lapped continuously toward the loins,where now and then there was a silent ripple.Much of this seems to describe the concept of Venus more than the character, but of course this is myth, so the birth of the person is the birth of the concept.I find some of the metaphors close to ridiculous, but they maintain a connection to the sea, the wind, and perhaps the zodiac.Now the shoulder’s quick scales already stoodin perfect balance on the upright body,which rose from the pelvis like a fountainand fell hesitantly in the long armsand more swiftly in the hair’s cascade.The zodiac business is just a guess – Libra and Aquarius are here, with Virgo presumably implied. I do not see how all of twelve symbols are present in the poem, though, and have no knowledge about how different signs interact with each other. A wild swing, is what this is, an attempt to stuff fit those metaphors into a system.Here is the end of the poem, when Rilke finally sets Venus, and the world, in motion:Behind her,as she strode swiftly on across the young sands,all morning long the flowers and grassessprang up, warm, confused,as from embracing. And she walked and ran.But at noon, in the heaviest hour,the sea rose up once more and threwa dolphin on that selfsame spot.Dead, red, and open. [Tot, rot, und offen.]Kind of a surprise ending there, huh? Mother sea delivers the placenta of Venus: primal, violent, horrible. Yet natural, as natural as the grass and flowers lusting after the new goddess. Venus walks the earth. There is no turning back.
