Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

Holy Week At Genoa - Poem by Oscar Wilde

I wandered through Scoglietto's far retreat,
The oranges on each o'erhanging spray
Burned as bright lamps of gold to shame the day;
Some startled bird with fluttering wings and fleet
Made snow of all the blossoms; at my feet
Like silver moons the pale narcissi lay:
And the curved waves that streaked the great green bay
Laughed i' the sun, and life seemed very sweet.
Outside the young boy-priest passed singing clear,
'Jesus the son of Mary has been slain,
O come and fill His sepulchre with flowers.'
Ah, God! Ah, God! those dear Hellenic hours
Had drowned all memory of Thy bitter pain,
The Cross, the Crown, the Soldiers and the Spear.


Comments about Holy Week At Genoa by Oscar Wilde

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (5/17/2016 5:36:00 AM)


    Sonnet written in Holy Week at Genoa
    [Sonetto scritto durante la Settimana Santa, a Genova]
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    I wandered in Scoglietto green retreat,
    The oranges on each o’erhanging spray
    Burned as bright lamps of gold to shame the day.

    - - Andavo errando nel verde rifugio dello Scoglietto,
    - - Su ogni ramo le arance
    - - Ardevano come lampade lucenti di oro a vergogna del giorno.

    And the curved waves that streaked the sapphire bay
    Laughed i’ the sun, and life seemed very sweet.

    - - E le onde curve che striavano la baia di zaffiro
    - - ridevano nel sole, e la vita sembrava molto dolce. (Report) Reply

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (5/17/2016 5:32:00 AM)


    An idyllic spot, Villa Rosazza is also called Scoglietto for the place (a rise, on the sea) where it is built. (Report) Reply

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (5/17/2016 5:29:00 AM)


    Genova, Giardino di Villa Rosazza (Scoglietto) - the garden of Villa Rosazza (Scoglietto) , Genoa (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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