The Lovers Analysis

See how in their veins all becomes spirit;
into each other they mature and grow.
Like axles, their forms tremblingly orbit,
round which it whirls, bewitching and aglow.
Thirsters, and they receive drink,
watchers, and see: they receive sight.
Let them into one another sink
so as to endure each other outright.


Translated by John J.L.Mood

.: Analysis and comments :.

(This is a personal analysis of Rilke's The Lovers and I hope it may help you guys. Feel free to read it, but plase drive into your own conclusions. Analysing literature is very complex because every person conceives details that others don't but then again that 's what forums are for. Literature's complexity nourishes the soul.

The general idea this poem deals with is a very strong one in relation to love and what it means to be lovers.

In the first two stanzas, it tries to express how through a union, ever so unique and rare, seems the run the same blood, the same essence that nourishes their love and more improtantly their existence and that enhightens it even to a spiritual plane. (The Metaphysical poet, John Donne, expresses in a very interesting view what is spirituality in love and the existence through the other one as nourishment to the soul and body in his poem Aire and Angels. )

The second two stanzas deal with the fact that one serves as support to the other and that they support each other taking relays. One maybe strong but weak at the same time, thus the febrile orbits. (Refer to Donne's poem Aire and Angels once again and read closely to the last stanzas where it describes that lovers travel encircling each other)

The other four stanzas explain the sacrifice in love. One feeds the other and perhaps may starve to death so the other lives and otherwise. A the same time, they guide each other. They are eyes to each other, and this relantionship can turn sick. They may hurt themselves, but that is natural to love like caresses are.

To think over...

What is love? Perhaps something further than the distorted vision we have today?

Can you love without being loved? What makes a lover be a lover?

Do we exist through each other?

Have you reall felt love? I know I haven't.


your friend,

Loupkris

(If you need help interpreting any poem I'd love to help for free -feel free to e-mail me at loupkris@yahoo.com)


| Posted on 2007-07-18 | by a guest

.: Analysis and comments :.

(This is a personal analysis of Rilke's The Lovers and I hope it may help you guys. Feel free to read it, but plase drive into your own conclusions. Analysing literature is very complex because every person conceives details that others don't but then again that 's what forums are for. Literature's complexity nourishes the soul.

The general idea this poem deals with is a very strong one in relation to love and what it means to be lovers.

In the first two stanzas, it tries to express how through a union, ever so unique and rare, seems the run the same blood, the same essence that nourishes their love and more improtantly their existence and that enhightens it even to a spiritual plane. (The Metaphysical poet, John Donne, expresses in a very interesting view what is spirituality in love and the existence through the other one as nourishment to the soul and body in his poem Aire and Angels. )

The second two stanzas deal with the fact that one serves as support to the other and that they support each other taking relays. One maybe strong but weak at the same time, thus the febrile orbits. (Refer to Donne's poem Aire and Angels once again and read closely to the last stanzas where it describes that lovers travel encircling each other)

The other four stanzas explain the sacrifice in love. One feeds the other and perhaps may starve to death so the other lives and otherwise. A the same time, they guide each other. They are eyes to each other, and this relantionship can turn sick. They may hurt themselves, but that is natural to love like caresses are.

To think over...

What is love? Perhaps something further than the distorted vision we have today?

Can you love without being loved? What makes a lover be a lover?

Do we exist through each other?

Have you reall felt love? I know I haven't.


your friend,

Loupkris

(If you need help interpreting any poem I'd love to help for free -feel free to e-mail me at loupkris@yahoo.com)


| Posted on 2007-07-18 | by a guest