Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

Les Silhouettes - Poem by Oscar Wilde

The sea is flecked with bars of grey,
The dull dead wind is out of tune,
And like a withered leaf the moon
Is blown across the stormy bay.

Etched clear upon the pallid sand
Lies the black boat: a sailor boy
Clambers aboard in careless joy
With laughing face and gleaming hand.

And overhead the curlews cry,
Where through the dusky upland grass
The young brown-throated reapers pass,
Like silhouettes against the sky.


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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal Mohammed Asim Nehal (12/19/2015 6:25:00 PM)

    Etched clear upon the pallid sand
    Lies the black boat: a sailor boy
    Clambers aboard in careless joy
    With laughing face and gleaming hand. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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