Cosima's Diaries
Recordings by Cosima Wagner between 1869 and 1883
Cosima Wagner kept her diaries from 1 January 1869 at Tribschen until the night before Wagner’s death in Venice on 13 February 1883. She wrote them for her children, so that Siegfried would one day know his father “truly,” and she wrote nearly every day: Wagner’s talk, his dreams, the evening readings, the music, the visitors, debts and quarrels. No other source lets us hear him thinking aloud for so long. The diaries follow the Tribschen idyll, the building of the Bayreuth festival theatre and the composition of Parsifal.
The entries are arranged by year and month and each can be opened on its own page. The sections below trace the main lines of the diaries.
Cosima Wagner began her diaries at Tribschen on 1 January 1869 and kept them until the night before Wagner’s death in Venice on 13 February 1883. She wrote them for her children, and above all for Siegfried, so that he would one day know his father “truly,” and she wrote nearly every day: what Wagner said at breakfast, his dreams, the evening readings of Shakespeare, Calderón and Goethe, the music played at the piano, the visitors, illnesses, debts and quarrels. No other source lets us hear Wagner thinking aloud for so long, or shows so clearly how his ideas moved in his last fourteen years. At Tribschen the household lives in a private idyll, sealed by the birth of a son and by marriage, with the Ring resumed and Nietzsche a frequent guest. From 1872 everything turns to Bayreuth and the building of a festival theatre, achieved through years of fundraising and near collapse. After the 1876 Ring the diaries draw inward to Parsifal, written at Wahnfried and finished on long Italian journeys, while Wagner’s talk reaches toward a religion of compassion drawn from Schopenhauer, Buddhism and the Gospels. The same pages record, often and plainly, the antisemitism of both Wagner and Cosima.
Tribschen. The first pages are a confession. Cosima, who had left Hans von Bülow for Wagner, calls her love “a rebirth, a deliverance,” and writes under a constant sense of guilt toward her husband that she never lost. The years at Tribschen bring the birth of Siegfried in June 1869, her divorce and her marriage to Wagner in the Protestant church at Lucerne on 25 August 1870, the Franco-Prussian War, the essay Beethoven and the completion of Siegfried. On her birthday that Christmas she woke to the Siegfried Idyll played on the staircase. Nietzsche first called on 17 May 1869 and became almost one of the family; his manuscript on the birth of tragedy arrived as a Christmas gift in 1870. Wagner’s remarks already circle the themes of his last years. Music, he said in November 1869, “is the direct product of Christianity, as is the saint,” and the next spring he described the Knight of the Grail as free because “he acts, not in his own behalf, but for others.” If anyone asked whether there was a God, he said in 1870, he would answer that at a moment when thousands are singing to him, “God is alive, he is there.”
Founding Bayreuth. In April 1871 the Wagners first saw Bayreuth; its baroque opera house “will not do for us at all; so we must build.” The foundation stone was laid in the rain on 22 May 1872, Wagner’s birthday, followed by the Ninth Symphony in the old opera house. The next four years are full of patrons, Wagner societies, singers, architects, concert tours and money. A royal loan in 1874 rescued the enterprise, and the family moved into Wahnfried that April. On 21 November 1874 Wagner finished the score of Götterdämmerung, a day Cosima remembered with tears, because he was hurt to find her reading a letter from her father at that moment. In between, Cosima converted to Protestantism on 31 October 1872 and took Communion with Wagner: “I felt as if our bond had only now been truly sealed.”
The first festival. The Ring was given complete for the first time in August 1876, before the German Emperor and much of musical Europe. The diaries record the mishaps as well as the triumph, and the exhaustion afterwards: looking back that November, Wagner said his main feeling during the performances had been “Never again, never again!” The festival left a large deficit, and the autumn in Italy brought two meetings that would shape the coming years: the last time the Wagners spent with Nietzsche, at Sorrento, and the first meeting with Count Arthur de Gobineau in Rome on 30 November.
The Parsifal years. Wagner began Parsifal in earnest in 1877 and finished the prose draft on 28 February (“The Redeemer unchained!” Cosima wrote) and the poem on 19 April. Composing the Communion scene that August, he told her that “this scene of Holy Communion will be the main scene, the core of the whole work.” The music grew slowly through 1878 and 1879 beside the founding of the Bayreuther Blätter, the regenerative essays and campaigns against vivisection, and the widening break with Nietzsche. In 1880 the family moved to Naples, where Paul von Joukowsky joined them as stage designer and the garden at Ravello suggested Klingsor’s magic garden; in Siena that August the cathedral moved Wagner to tears and became a model for the Temple of the Grail. That November he conducted the Prelude privately for King Ludwig in Munich. Gobineau stayed at Wahnfried in 1881, and Wagner read his books on race and on the Persians with growing enthusiasm. The score was finished in Palermo on 13 January 1882. “With this, as with all his other works,” Cosima wrote, “he had feared being interrupted by death.”
The premiere and Venice. Sixteen performances of Parsifal followed in July and August 1882, conducted by Hermann Levi. Wagner asked that the audience not call the singers out after the second act, rebuked a chorister for joking about the bread, and at the last performance took the baton himself for the end of the third act. The family then settled in the Palazzo Vendramin in Venice. The last months bring the news of Gobineau’s death, Liszt’s long visit, Hans von Bülow’s breakdown, and on Christmas Eve a performance at La Fenice of the symphony Wagner had written at nineteen, played as a birthday present to Cosima. He was weakened by repeated heart spasms, and he was still talking about writing symphonies and an essay on the feminine. The last entry, on 12 February 1883, ends with him at the piano playing the Rhinedaughters’ lament: “Extraordinary that I saw this so clearly at that time!”
Spirituality. The diaries are themselves partly a religious document. Cosima wrote under a sense of “unatonable guilt” toward Bülow and turned it into a discipline of renunciation. After her conversion she took Communion regularly, writing in 1873 that “the only true communion with people is before the altar,” and she read Meister Eckhart, Tauler, the Theologia Germanica and the Imitation of Christ (“Non sum! How dearly I should like to make that my motto!”). Her devotion to Wagner took the same form, and she wrote that in him she found “not my happiness, but my salvation.”
Wagner’s own faith was heterodox and he said so. Its foundation was Schopenhauer: “it was Schopenhauer who revealed Christianity to me,” he told Cosima in 1879. Through Schopenhauer came Buddhism and the Vedanta, which run through the diaries from first to last: the Buddhist drama Die Sieger, often planned and never written; the Brahmin saying “tat tvam asi,” which he spoke to Cosima at Christmas 1874; readings of the Bhagavad-Gita, the Upanishads and, in Venice, a new life of the Buddha. He set the two traditions side by side rather than choosing between them. Brahmanism was “the religion of intelligence,” but Christianity stood above it as “the religion of suffering.” Buddhism was “a flowering of the human spirit” with no church and no compulsion, and by studying the Buddha, he said in 1882, “one learns to understand Christianity.” Cosima put the difference in a sentence of her own: “Buddha does not move one, he teaches; Christ teaches by moving.”
At the centre stood Christ, kept apart from the church. “I do not believe in God, but in godliness, which is revealed in a Jesus without sin,” Wagner said in 1879, and he repeatedly complained that people “think only of the church and confuse this with Christianity.” In his last years he said that he recognized “no religion except compassion,” extended to animals as well as people, and this lay behind his vegetarian leanings and his fury at vivisection. Art was to carry what the churches had lost. “Art makes religions eternal,” he said in 1872; music was “the only possible church nowadays”; and in 1879 he gave the core of Religion and Art in a sentence, that religion should “influence ethics, and allow faith to be represented by art, which can transform illusion into truth.” “The path from religion to art bad, from art to religion good,” he noted in 1880.
Parsifal was where these ideas met, and the diaries show how carefully he guarded its tone. He called it “his most propitiatory work” and spoke of it as the dream vision of a rite, not the rite itself. He kept Christ off the stage on principle: “One cannot paint Christ, but one can portray him in music,” and to have Christ sung by a tenor was “a disgusting idea.” What he hoped for from his audience was less instruction than inward change, a recognition of suffering that leads to compassion and resignation. In December 1882 he said he would never again try to explain his ideas on the blood of Christ: “these are things one all of a sudden grasps.” Six weeks later, talking of Nature’s cruelty, he said it went on “until the appearance of the Saviour on the cross,” and added, “in the urge to put an end to the whole of Nature’s will to live.”
Nietzsche. The diaries hold the whole arc of the friendship. Nietzsche arrives in 1869 as a brilliant young professor who “knows R.’s works thoroughly,” spends holidays at Tribschen, writes The Birth of Tragedy under Wagner’s spell and stands beside him at the foundation stone. Cosima noticed early “a dubious streak” in him. The last meetings were at Sorrento in 1876. When Human, All Too Human arrived in April 1878, Wagner resolved not to read it, and by 1879 Cosima wrote that Nietzsche had “committed the one sin which cannot be atoned for, the sin against the Holy Ghost.” In later years Wagner spoke of him with contempt and some sorrow, as a promising mind that the modern world had ruined, while Cosima admitted that she could still remember only his friendly side.
Antisemitism. Hostile remarks about Jews by both Wagner and Cosima recur from the first year to the last, aimed at the press, critics, money, Meyerbeer and the modern theatre. In 1873 Wagner opposed intermarriage in racial terms, and the remarks grow harsher from 1879, when the antisemitic movement gathered in Berlin. That October, reading a speech by Adolf Stoecker, he was “in favor of expelling them entirely.” In December 1881, after the Ringtheater fire in Vienna, Cosima records him making “a drastic joke to the effect that all Jews should be burned at a performance of Nathan der Weise.” From 1881 Gobineau’s racial theories enter the conversation, though Wagner usually set Christianity against them; in June 1881 he was “downright explosive in favor of Christian theories in contrast to racial ones,” and that December he said that races were “done for, and all that can now make an impact is, as I have ventured to express it, the blood of Christ.” He also refused to sign the 1880 petition to Bismarck against the Jews, declined to let the Bayreuther Blätter join the agitation, and complained that nobody had noticed what Know Thyself said about “our own blame for our situation.”
The same diaries show Wagner depending on Jewish colleagues, above all Joseph Rubinstein, Angelo Neumann and Hermann Levi, and they show how that dependence was poisoned. In 1880 Wagner said he could not let Levi conduct Parsifal “unbaptized,” and in 1881 he told him he hoped to find “a formula which will make you feel completely one of us.” When an anonymous letter that summer made Levi ask to be released, Wagner wrote persuading him to return, and Levi conducted every performance in 1882 and was with the family in Venice in February 1883. One of the last entries records Wagner saying that “the Jews, the good ones,” were “condemned to a gently resigned asceticism.”
Because the diaries run to thousands of entries, the table below is a finding aid rather than a summary. Choose a year and month to browse, or search the entries, then open a day to read it in full.
| Date | Word Count | Subject |
|---|---|---|
| December 1, 1872 | 405 | In Cologne, they begin with museum pictures and the cathedral, which Wagner finds impressive for its churchly power but not spiritually moving, unlike Strasbourg. The day is full of frustrations, from an intrusive table d'hote to a disastrous performance of Die Zauberflote, which he sees as vulgar from top to bottom. Wagner argues that audiences are not the problem; rather, performers and producers fail to raise them through real artistry. More talk follows about Hiller and the vanity of men who want influence before they have earned it. |
| December 2, 1872 | 213 | The morning is spent in the Cologne museum and at Saint Gereon, while Wagner writes letters and deals with another episode of hurt feelings over the Tristan score. A comic hotel story about a lost banknote recovered years earlier at Rolandseck gives them both a good laugh. Later they inspect the landlord's antiques and hear several singers, but the local operatic standard still disappoints them. Wagner again complains about the lack of tradition, training, and discipline in the theater. |
| December 3, 1872 | 325 | Wagner sleeps badly and feels increasingly eager to go home and work on his score, while visitors and performances fill the day. Marie Muchanoff brings gossip from Bonn, including strange aristocratic piety and enthusiasm for Jesuits, and the evening performance of La Muette de Portici leaves them both exasperated. A young singer named Marion Muller impresses Wagner enough that he thinks he may be able to use her. The day ends with practical awkwardness around the concert seating, since Hiller is worried Wagner's presence will unsettle him. |
| December 4, 1872 | 350 | While Wagner prepares for a lecture, she spends the day touring Cologne's churches and is especially moved by Saint Martin, even as the cathedral leaves her cold. She and Wagner discuss the city, the character of its people, and his disappointment with architecture that tries too hard to appear complete and beautiful. After the lecture to the Wagner Society, he joins a banquet and band performance, which he handles with a mix of patience and instruction. Though pleased by the earnestness of the guests, he ends the night exhausted. |
| December 5, 1872 | 113 | After a bad night, they briefly revisit the Gurzenich Hall and another church before departing Cologne for Deutz and then Düsseldorf. A planned look at Solomon turns into an unwanted reception and banquet because Diener has announced Wagner's arrival. Wagner is worn down by the social obligations and by the dull performance, in which Diener again disappoints. They catch the night train and arrive in Hanover in the early hours. |
| December 6, 1872 | 817 | In Hanover, poor sleep gives way to a quiet morning of letter-writing and homesickness, with Wagner chafing at having to raise money for his own work. News that Reinecke lost his music only sharpens their worry about the irreplaceable Götterdämmerung manuscript. Wagner also returns appalled from a beerhouse near the theater, offended by the casual presence of prostitutes and the general moral indifference around him. That evening, an imperfect but moving Oberon leaves a strong impression on him, and later a baritone visits while they discuss the uneven fate of Die Meistersinger in Hanover. |
| December 7, 1872 | 54 | Rain hangs over the day, and they only manage a short walk before continuing on to Bremen. Public curiosity about Wagner follows them again, but the evening arrival is orderly, with theater representatives meeting them at the station. The entry is brief and mostly transitional, marking another stop on the road. |
| December 8, 1872 | 331 | Bremen makes a deeply favorable impression, from its parks and mills to the old cathedral, the town hall, and the blend of new and old quarters. They are warmly received by local figures, and a dinner at Reinthaler's place, complete with thunder and lightning, feels almost ceremonially Wagnerian. The performance of Die Meistersinger is greeted with enthusiasm and decent orchestral effort, though the production is undermined by damaging cuts and alterations to the score. Despite the frustration, the work moves them profoundly, and they return home tired but emotionally stirred. |
| December 9, 1872 | 226 | The day begins with civic visits to the guildhall, the stock exchange, and the town hall chamber, all of which Wagner observes with interest and some social judgment. A public luncheon brings cheers, but the hoped-for foundation of a Wagner Society still seems uncertain because the local musical leadership is obstructive and self-protective. An evening gathering at the Rathauskeller leaves a bad taste, especially with the same narrow clique in control. Wagner at least notices some younger people who may still carry the idea forward, while his thoughts drift back to the children. |
| December 10, 1872 | 254 | R. spends a miserable night tormented by the behavior of others and by anxious thoughts, but the journey continues nonetheless, with an amicable farewell from the young people and an evening arrival in Magdeburg. There they revisit places tied to his past, including the hotel and theater district, while he recalls earlier triumphs and old struggles with creditors. The city also stirs a moving scene for us when three poor women gaze longingly into an elegant shop window. His decision to avoid the theater altogether reflects both his irritation with Asche and his desire to keep control over how he appears in public. |
| December 11, 1872 | 259 | After a quiet evening, R. finally sleeps well again, and the morning is spent walking through the town and visiting the cathedral, which recalls grim historical suffering. The conversation there turns to emperors and to the value of strong legitimate authority, before we continue on to Dessau. At the theater we are unexpectedly impressed by Herr von Normann’s resourceful management, especially the inventive opening tableau for Die Meistersinger and the fine staging of Orfeo. The evening leaves us deeply moved, feeling we have at last encountered genuine artistic intelligence on this trip. |
| December 12, 1872 | 117 | R. wakes badly and feels too unwell to keep his appointment with the Duke, but he still goes later in the day and presents his case directly rather than accepting ceremonial honors. The audience leaves him charmed by both the Duke and Duchess, whom he finds thoughtful and encouraging. Afterward we leave for Leipzig, where Herr von Normann shows me around the palace before we join the whole family in the evening. Everyone is together, but R. is exhausted by the day. |
| December 13, 1872 | 82 | The day begins with lunch at the Brockhauses, where there is at least comforting news about the children, and ends with a banquet at the Hotel de Prusse. In his speech, Richard reflects on the three very different Leipzigs he has known: the lively city of his youthful Oberon period, the alien place after his return from exile, and the warmer, more welcoming birthplace he now encounters. Several guests respond with remarks of varying quality, extending the formal evening into the night. We finally return home around midnight. |
| December 14, 1872 | 153 | We visit Clemens and then spend time with the Brockhauses again, where Heinrich Brockhaus insists on some kind of reconciliation with R. I am deeply disturbed by his appearance and cannot help seeing him as a figure of deprivation and injustice. Later, at Fritzsch’s house, we meet Scaria and Gura, whom R. had not especially wanted to see, but both perform well enough to satisfy him, especially Scaria. R. also confides how the usual dinner table arrangement of bottles, rolls, and folded napkins can provoke a sudden fury in him. |
| December 15, 1872 | 90 | We leave early because we cannot bear the suspense any longer and want to see home, even if we fear what we may find. The children are alive and on their feet when we arrive, though Boni and Eva look frail and Fidi is strikingly moved by our return. R. is especially touched by Fidi’s appearance, which reminds him of the Sistine Madonna child. The relief of being home is real, but by evening new worries have already begun, both about Eva and Boni and about trouble among the copyists. |
| December 16, 1872 | 149 | The morning is spent with the children in gloomy weather, while R. makes his usual beer outing with Rus, who is delighted simply to accompany him. In the afternoon our mood darkens when Herr Am Rhyn, after benefiting enormously from R.’s investment, sends an audacious bill for additional payment. The financial pressure feels endless, and even ordinary purchases become painful. To distract ourselves, we read Hermann’s rectorial speech and admire its learning, even as we notice how much it avoids the central substance of the works it discusses. |
| December 17, 1872 | 188 | Christmas shopping in miserable weather leads us past our house, where the roof is finally in place, and we begin thinking about Fidi’s future in relation to this inheritance. We hope he will learn to live modestly and freely rather than cling to wealth. Eva’s health worries us enough that I call the doctor, though he sees no serious danger. In the evening a discussion of Peter Schlemihl turns into a sharp literary quarrel between R. and me, though we eventually laugh at our own intensity. |
| December 18, 1872 | 85 | Blandine’s birthday is marked by illness and exhaustion, with R. unwell enough to need a doctor and Eva still feverish in bed. I spend much of the day outdoors with the other children, while the looming house project keeps weighing on my mind. Herr Gross brings news that the Grand Duke of Baden has taken up two patronage certificates, which gives the day a small lift. We read Schlegel on Roman comedy, and R. ends with a witty comparison that makes Shakespeare sound like an Atellan comedian. |
| December 19, 1872 | 218 | Evchen remains unwell, though the doctor still sees no reason for alarm, and the household continues in a state of uneasy waiting. In the afternoon I take Loldi to the Feustels, after which R. returns with discouraging reports about Bavaria, its absent king, and the growing tension with Prussia and the Reich. He also writes to Niemann to force a denial that he rejected Tristan, since the newspapers seem to be saying otherwise. A delayed letter from Claire finally arrives, and despite the annoyance over timing, we admire her political judgment and the way she handles France and Germany alike. |
| December 20, 1872 | 182 | Eva is still confined to bed, and the doctor warns that Fidi’s unusually large forehead is a sign to let him sleep as much as possible. News arrives that Berlin may have to be dropped from the plan after Marie Schleinitz fails to move von Hülsen, while Feustel reports that the Viennese supporters still have not paid and the finances are too thin to trust. The evening turns unexpectedly moving when Fidi tells the story of his life, revealing that he too was born out of wedlock. |
| December 21, 1872 | 150 | R. and I wake with matching dreams, a reminder of how closely our minds run together in waking life as well as sleep. We decide to abandon Berlin and focus the exhausting concert work on Cologne, Hamburg, and Prague, while R. struggles through letters to the King and other allies. Though the day is shadowed by illness and financial uncertainty, I am relieved about Eva and end the day cheerful enough to read Schlegel with real pleasure. |
| December 22, 1872 | 435 | Over breakfast, R. launches into a broad meditation on how modern women’s participation has altered the character of literature and weakened its old innocence. He also recounts a striking dream in which his life with me has receded into the past, leaving him resigned and wondering how I would bear such a fate. Later, after a politically delicate luncheon gathering, he is pleased that his serious intervention saved the evening, but the day closes in a grave mood with worries about Bayreuth and the reliability of the Wagner societies abroad. |
| December 23, 1872 | 247 | While R. works on an article about our journey, I spend nearly the whole day decorating the Christmas tree. A misunderstanding about Rus upsets R., and I resolve again to be more careful not to wound him by ignoring his feelings. In the evening the dean praises the calm force of R.’s speech from the previous day, and the house fills with quiet satisfaction as the tree is finally finished. |
| December 24, 1872 | 435 | On Christmas Eve, the children are out at the fair while R. finishes writing, and he bristles when I suggest softening his public tone. He speaks instead of his need to denounce what is wrong, and returns deeply moved from visiting the theater site, which now feels like a commitment that cannot be abandoned. The tree is lit, the copyists are entertained with a kind of musical lesson, and the night ends in tears, tenderness, and a birthday exchange of gifts that briefly lifts the sorrow. |
| December 25, 1872 | 274 | Christmas Day begins with children’s wreaths, songs, and gifts, including toys from Herr Koch that delight Fidi. R. is burdened by awkward requests and poor health, while letters of goodwill arrive from Nietzsche, Rohde, Gersdorff, Marie Schleinitz, and the Brockhaus family. The day mixes family warmth, children’s entertainment, and sadness over the lack of a present for me, which R. had once hoped to remedy by publishing the Idyll. |
| December 26, 1872 | 309 | The children come to my bedside in the morning, and Fidi’s cheerful goodness brightens even R.’s most discouraged hours. Packages arrive from several directions, but R. feels repelled by the French books among them, and he remains unwell with a cold. In the evening we browse old texts and legends, and R. compares his long ordeal with the Nibelungen performances to a protracted war that will leave him old before it is over. |
| December 27, 1872 | 309 | R. has a miserable night in a cold house and wakes from a dream crowded with riders, awkward encounters, and a royal invitation that he cannot properly answer. A bowl arrives from Bucher, my pictures from Berlin are hung in the salon, and Feustel comes by as we discuss Bismarck’s resignation and what it may mean for the Reich. R. withdraws early, and I read Thiers with a mix of admiration and laughter at the French illusions it exposes. |
| December 28, 1872 | 63 | R. sleeps better, though he remains gloomy, and I write to Marie M. while the weather stays fine enough for an afternoon walk with Lusch. The day is quiet and restorative, with little happening beyond shared air and scenery. In the evening we delight in Grimm’s writings on German mythology and language, which give us both genuine pleasure. |
| December 29, 1872 | 205 | After church, where the sermon is hard to bear, I write to Weitzmann about R.’s new Berlin concert project and then take a walk with him in the beautiful Bayreuth weather. The mayor reassures R. that he believes in the enterprise completely, and that confidence offers some relief. Yet the day ends in anxiety, because R. speaks darkly of Fidi as so beautiful and gifted that either he or the child may not be granted a long future. |
| December 30, 1872 | 288 | R. spent the day working on his journey report while news from Baron Loen confirmed yet another delay in the Bayreuth payments, deepening the sense of institutional weakness around them. In a reflective moment over coffee, he pointed to the globe and spoke of the fragility of human ideals in the face of a vast and hostile world, then later greeted her playfully as "Mater Gloriosa" and "Mater Amorosa" when he saw her with the children. The family day carried mixed emotions: pleasure at Fidi’s wit, worry over his health and Boni’s unsettled mood, and a little delight in Lusch’s remarks on medieval legends. She ended the evening reading Grimm and his grammar, holding together household routine, scholarly work, and the strain of the season. |
| December 31, 1872 | 368 | The last day of the year was marked by illness, money troubles, and a heavy sense of foreboding, with R. wrapped in blankets and unwell for much of the day. Practical worries piled up through letters, telegrams, and reports, including Vienna’s news that Dr. Kafka had smallpox, mounting housekeeping expenses, and the absurd complications surrounding Bayreuth and Berlin. She moved between children’s tasks, correspondence, and domestic bookkeeping while R. struggled with exhaustion and the pressure of his commitments. As midnight approached, she faced the new year with little hope but with resigned faith, asking only for the grace to endure and do good. |
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