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 |
|---|---|---|
| August 6, 1880 | 214 | With no complications but deep gloom, the household decided to leave Naples because the heat rash would not improve, while the children stayed behind and everything was packed. During his illness Wagner had suffered wild dreams, loathed medical treatment, enjoyed Hawthorne more than Goethe’s art talk, and shared with Cosima an isolation that felt both precious and painfully sad. |
| August 7, 1880 | 89 | Wagner took bromine and spent the day focused on departure preparations while Cosima went once more with the children to the vineyards. A storm drove them home to an extraordinary final view from the terrace, where Naples, Posillipo, Capri, the sea, and the clouds glowed in impossible colors even as sadness lingered under the shadow of erysipelas. |
| August 8, 1880 | 75 | They left the children after a late breakfast, and the farewell was painful, with some of the children crying while others stayed composed. The journey south lifted R.'s spirits as the air improved his mood, and by evening they reached Rome, settling into the Hotel Quirinal with the comfort of hearing German around them. |
| August 9, 1880 | 161 | R. shivered through the night in Rome, and although they visited Santa Maria degli Angeli and were welcomed by a German monk, he was worn out and displeased by the look of the modern city beside the ruins. Once alone on the train he brightened over dinner and wine, enjoyed the Tuscan landscape and memories of Naples, and they ended the rainy day in Pistoia with a good meal, though he was again feverish and exhausted. |
| August 10, 1880 | 124 | After a tolerable night, they made the long uphill trip to San Marcello, where the cooler air and odd mountain village at first encouraged a playful, hopeful mood. By evening R. had grown irritable, red-skinned, and badly chilled, and the writer, feeling helpless, spent the night praying for his rest while enduring violent toothache herself. |
| August 11, 1880 | 252 | R. seemed somewhat improved in the morning, and they laughed at the absurd lodging in San Marcello, with its lack of garden or view, while music and reading stirred thoughts of earlier places and books. The mood then sank again, and after an abortive attempt to inspect Abetone, R., irritated even by the mountains, chose to retreat in the dark to Pistoia after nearly six hours on the road. |
| August 12, 1880 | 181 | R.'s rash troubled him in the night but improved after washing, and they decided to leave for Perugia while spending one more quiet day enjoying Pistoia's streets and monuments together. In Florence they stayed at the Hotel de Rome, saw Buonamici, and were amused by garbled telegrams that turned into a private joke, though R. remained badly run down before finally sleeping well. |
| August 13, 1880 | 277 | Departure was marred by an inflated hotel bill, which set R. off on bitter reflections about cheating landlords, national character, English brutality in Ireland, and the futility of punishment. Reaching Perugia brought real relief at last, and after settling in happily, hearing of Antonio's theft and exchanging impressions of the Helbigs, they ended the day early and content to remain there. |
| August 14, 1880 | 225 | R. woke improved, and over lunch he drifted between broad reflections on Greek cunning, fantasies of settling in Italy, and anxious thoughts that no one would understand or represent him after his death. A pleasant drive heartened him, but the evening was spoiled by dietary trouble, a letter reporting Antonio's theft, and fresh anger over arrangements involving the writer's father and Frau Helbig. |
| August 15, 1880 | 223 | After sleeping better, R. spent the morning with Faust, Part Two, irritated by some passages and newly delighted by others, then enjoyed the public gardens and later dined with the Helbigs. Conversation ranged widely and sharply, from the Crown Princess to Beethoven interpretation to the value of Mommsen, and the day closed with Schopenhauer, whom the writer felt often seemed to speak directly from or about R. |
| August 16, 1880 | 148 | A bad night left R. regretting Naples and discouraged that his rash was still not improving, though he later surprised the writer by meeting her at the cathedral and joining her walk before returning home exhausted for a bath. Their afternoon drive to the Tiber valley and the graves of the Volumni moved him into thoughts on the Etruscans and their disappearance into Rome, and the evening ended with shared pleasure in Schopenhauer. |
| August 17, 1880 | 124 | Another early spasm gave way to decent sleep, and R. came to breakfast cheerful enough for both of them to enjoy reading the newly arrived biography proofs. He wrote to Wolzogen in high spirits, and though an earlier, lighter supper allowed a beautiful walk in sunset and moonlight, the beauty was dimmed by his continuing fatigue and his alarm at the idea of going to Grafenberg. |
| August 18, 1880 | 275 | R. began the day rested, while plans were made around the children and he worked on the biography as I visited churches and the cattle market in Perugia. By lunch his mood had darkened over flies, poor service, silence from the King, and discouraging pages of the book, leaving me sad that art gave me joy he could not share. He later asked my forgiveness, and though the evening brought fresh flare-ups in conversation at the Helbigs’, he was also animated by the hostess and wanted me beside him. |
| August 19, 1880 | 185 | After a bad night filled with anxious dreams about the children, R. revived once I showed him San Pietro, whose choir pleased him deeply. A strict diet seemed to help, and our drive through Perugia at sunset and moonrise lifted us both, especially because his delight returned. By evening he was joking exuberantly about refusing Grafenberg and sent telegrams canceling the whole plan. |
| August 20, 1880 | 283 | I went to the Helbigs to ask about Siena, since R. had decided we should live there, though the reports on villas were not encouraging and I privately wished to remain in Perugia. We left Perugia in the heat and reached Florence by evening, where his teasing about Grafenberg continued and the moonlit walk to the cathedral and Loggia felt dreamlike to me. A comic telegram warning us against Grafenberg arrived too late, and amid laughter R. ended with a grave remark about Bayreuth being folly. |
| August 21, 1880 | 272 | After a hot and noisy night, we decided not to wait for the children in Florence after all but to go on to Siena. On the journey R. spoke with great tenderness about me and the children, and once there we inspected villas before entering the cathedral, which moved him to tears more than any building he had ever known. We settled into the Grand Hotel amid telegraph confusions, weighed the possibility of Torre di Fiametta, and ended the day walking in the dark gardens while he drew strength from what he had been reading. |
| August 22, 1880 | 181 | R. had slept well, and breakfast was cheerful as he left the villa arrangements largely to me with a new resolve toward patience. At the station our first wait for the children ended in alarm and irritation when they were not on the expected train, only for the confusion to be cleared up and the reunion to come at last. Seeing them healthy, affectionate, and especially Siegfried so tender turned the whole day joyful and noisy. |
| August 23, 1880 | 53 | The night was manageable, and breakfast was taken with everyone together. I finalized the villa rental and its initial arrangements, then R. came there later with the children. Their amazement at the suddenly created new home and his satisfaction with what I had done made the move feel secure. |
| August 24, 1880 | 286 | R. had passed the night decently and seemed so cheerful that even the children remarked on how well he looked. While I organized the move into Torre Fiorentina, he explored the cathedral and library with the children and kept thinking how much each beautiful thing would please me, which touched me deeply. By evening we had established a household in a town wholly new to us and shared a merry first supper in the tower. |
| August 25, 1880 | 153 | R. did not sleep well, likely from the previous evening’s food, yet he was delighted by the small gift I had found for him. The day was filled with household settling and his corrections to an article, but at lunch we toasted the King, ourselves, and Burkel in sparkling local wine and spent happy hours on the terrace. A walk through the vineyards ended with him feeling unwell and perhaps chilled, which left me anxious and him irritated. |
| August 26, 1880 | 328 | Though the first part of the night was restless, R. later slept and told me a dream about trying to recover a golden pencil he treasured because it came from me. He was then upset by an anecdote about Hans and Rubinstein, taking it as another sign of how little his musical intentions were truly understood, and he ranged bitterly over Jews, the German harvest, and the Emperor’s attire. A friendly telegram from the King offered some relief, but by evening he was low and not feeling well. |
| August 27, 1880 | 205 | A fairly good night was followed by a cold pack that left R. exhausted, irritable, and especially annoyed by the coldness of the German servants. While I took the children out to see sights including the Three Graces, he recounted a strange dream of a speaking greyhound and sent off his article, telling W. it might be his last work apart from possibly staging Parsifal for a very small circle. He was terribly tired, yet still insisted on an outing to Monte Caro, and the day closed with heavy weariness and an early bedtime. |
| August 28, 1880 | 471 | R. woke shaken by a dream that I left him publicly and everyone, even Cornelius, sided against him, though he later soothed himself with a gentler dream of us playing a new Beethoven duet together. The day turned calmer and more hopeful with breakfast, a short woodland walk, and evening music from Beethoven and Schubert, while thoughts of Mozart’s misery and images of the Three Graces and Tannhäuser gave me both sorrow and consolation. |
| August 29, 1880 | 177 | A night spoiled by mosquitoes left R. irritable and weary under gray skies, yet a walk through the vineyards lifted his mood and did us good. In the evening he read the fourth act of Faust Part Two, noting both its diffuseness and the passages that still cast their old spell over us. |
| August 30, 1880 | 347 | After arranging better ventilation and netting, we finally slept well, and I went out with the children to look at Sienese art. Peruzzi’s Sibyl struck me as grand but historically disruptive, while the Saint Catherine in San Domenico felt like pure inspiration and remained with me as a call to nobility; meanwhile R. stayed cheerful, joked over the latest extravagant praise of him, and later read more Faust with evident pleasure. |
| August 31, 1880 | 359 | Another negligent, mosquito-ridden night and wet weather put R. in a severe mood, and at breakfast he dismissed the idea of any school built on his teaching, saying true tempo must be absorbed from living example rather than theory. Rubinstein’s visit brought an outing to the cathedral and libreria, music from Parsifal and Don Giovanni in the evening, and much teasing from R. over how deeply I was moved by seeing Saint Catherine again. |
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