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 |
|---|---|---|
| September 1, 1872 | 222 | After she tells R. about a dream set before their love began, he insists their devotion must have existed all along, and the exchange deepens the sense of their bond. They talk about Catholic laxity, indulgences, Schiller and Schlegel, and she continues reading her mother's history of the Netherlands with real admiration. When a letter finally comes from her father, the household shifts at once from waiting to action, and they spend the evening packing for the journey they have decided to make. |
| September 2, 1872 | 45 | The journey to Weimar was brightened by festival flags, harvest scenes in Liebenstein, and the evening lights along the way. They reached Weimar late and found the narrator’s father in good health and good spirits, with a pleasant reunion at the Russischer Hof. The day felt festive and affectionate from beginning to end. |
| September 3, 1872 | 173 | The narrator spent the day with her father in the Hofgartnerei, but his increasing weariness deeply upset her. A series of visits and a small evening gathering could not dispel her sadness, though his playing of pieces by Wagner and Liszt brought moments of beauty. By night she was overwhelmed enough to cry, especially after sensing the tragedy underlying his life. |
| September 4, 1872 | 233 | Concern for her father continued into the next day, and she was moved to tears again when asked about his condition. The family made more visits in the heat, then enjoyed a lively and intimate evening at Baroness Meyendorff’s, where her father played Beethoven, Chopin, and his own music. Old memories surfaced through their conversation, while the household laughter provided a welcome counterweight to her melancholy. |
| September 5, 1872 | 243 | The day moved between friendly visits, domestic comfort, and the strain of her father’s altered mood. Musical plans at his house failed to come together, and he remained silent and tired through lunch and later visits, despite R.’s attempts to lighten the atmosphere. The narrator noticed that even the earlier offer to accompany them as far as Eisenach had quietly dropped away. |
| September 6, 1872 | 106 | They rose before dawn, said a restrained farewell, and left Weimar for Bayreuth with the narrator’s heart focused less on parting itself than on the fear of losing contact with her father. R. briefly grew jealous in the train, but the tension faded amid the heat, dust, and irritation of travel. By evening they were back with the children, and the narrator went to bed exhausted but relieved. |
| September 7, 1872 | 134 | R. was unwell, yet still managed to write a moving epitaph for Tausig and send his own works to her father. The narrator worked on a laudatory speech, visited old friends and the Schweizerei with the children, and heard reassuring news from a lawyer about the venture’s prospects. Family jokes and small domestic disagreements were set against the larger frustration that Bavarian officialdom had accomplished nothing. |
| September 8, 1872 | 19 | R. remained physically unwell and emotionally bitter, dwelling on how little help he had once received. The entry is brief and carries the weight of his resentment without any real relief. It ends in a mood of exhaustion and grievance. |
| September 16, 1872 | 468 | She resumed the diary while occupied with settling the new house and commuting daily between town and Fantaisie. Despite many furnishing troubles, she stayed in good spirits, helped by letters from her father, her mother, and Frau von Meyendorff, as well as a diploma that pleased R. greatly. The highlight was R.’s reading of Goethe and related texts, which left her deeply moved and comforted. |
| September 17, 1872 | 219 | R. sent off his manuscript, while the narrator packed and spent the day with the children and in the autumn landscape. A long walk through woods and villages led into a reflective evening of moonlight, literary talk, and political speculation about German identity. R. was especially stirred by Faust, Lohengrin, and the idea of an Alemannian kingdom, all of which seemed to align with his current thoughts about Roman and German civilization. |
| September 18, 1872 | 246 | A bad night left R. anxious about his heart, and the narrator’s spirits darkened at once. The children’s lively walk and the beauty of the trees could not fully counter the sense of illness, disorder, and silence that followed. Packing problems, a disagreeable copyist, and his pointed glance toward the cemetery deepened the uneasy tone, though moonlight still accompanied them home. |
| September 19, 1872 | 317 | R. slept somewhat better but remained despondent, lamenting that his work is ignored and that serious minds now turn toward machines and science instead of art. The day was wet and domestic in tone: the children went out with me to the Schweizerei, news arrived about the Sultan’s patronage certificates, and R. made corrections while taking comfort in Fidi and in the thought that great men have shared his loneliness. In the evening we read a fresh preface by Görres, and the rainy day ended with moonlight. |
| September 20, 1872 | 115 | Our final walk around the Fantaisie with the children felt like a farewell to a place already growing melancholy as our belongings were packed. News of a terrible town fire, with losses for our decorator and the reported death of his son, darkened the mood further. R. also heard how badly old acquaintances such as Rockel had fared, which prompted a painful reckoning with the broken endings of many former friendships. |
| September 24, 1872 | 399 | After moving into the new house in town, we were immediately caught in disarray: no cook, no housemaid, awkward hotel meals, and constant discomfort. R. was still unwell, yet we managed moments of absurd laughter, an evening of Beethoven sonatas, and a visit from Feustel with gossip about the tensions between Prussia and Bavaria. I felt worn down by the cold, the expense, and the disorder, though the prospect of a conference with Herr Hoffmann offered some hope. |
| September 25, 1872 | 120 | We spent the day still sorting the house and eating out, while the servants and the household remained unsettled. The arrival of the rest of R.'s library finally let us begin arranging his room, though he was restless, ill, and discouraged by everything coming from outside. Even so, he remained tender toward me, and a letter from H. von Gersdorff added a small sign of life amid the chaos. |
| September 26, 1872 | 232 | Work on the household continued under difficult conditions, with no help and only faint hope of finding domestic support. R.'s health was poor enough that we abandoned any plan of going out, and I could only worry more as his uneasy, recurring dreams came to light. He spoke of dreams of royal favor, artistic triumph, and money troubles, revealing how sharply his pride and anxiety were intertwined. |
| September 27, 1872 | 216 | On my name day, R. apologized for forgetting it and joked that the occasion felt too Catholic for him. We reflected on leaving the Fantaisie, on the children's happiness there, and on the care R. showed them throughout our stay. The day also brought family news, a more comfortable meal at home, a farewell visit from J. Rubinstein, and an evening of laughter over humorous texts by Hanswurst and Faust material. |
| September 28, 1872 | 155 | R. was in better spirits and spent the day settling his books while I put the papers in order. After a troublesome lunch, he sent a telegram to Lenbach about my portrait, which made me uneasy because I disliked seeming to press for a gift. Still, he was pleased with my domestic arrangements, and the evening ended with the arrival of a taciturn Hungarian copyist and a sense that Bayreuth was growing more congenial to him. |
| September 29, 1872 | 138 | The day stayed quiet and orderly, with R. softened by my hurt feelings from the previous day and occupied with writing to the Turkish ambassador. We received the mayor and his wife, walked through town, and enjoyed the novelty of being settled among other people rather than isolated. When a passerby recognized R. and called for an umbrella, we were amused, and the evening was spent happily reading Hoffmann's Signor Formica. |
| September 30, 1872 | 175 | The return of the Genelli watercolor delighted us, and R. called it the loveliest thing we owned. After errands and a walk that deepened our pleasure in Bayreuth’s landscape, we reached the theater site, whose volcanic colors reminded R. of the Venusberg. Two Dutch musicians visited in the evening and spoke warmly of his influence, and we ended the day reading Signor Formica with pleasure. |
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