Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

The Ballad Of Reading Gaol


He did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
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  • Rookie - 0 Points Herman Chiu (10/15/2009 9:19:00 PM)

    Wow! ! !
    This is great!
    We all 'kill the thing we love', but perhaps we should do it with a sword.
    He is, simply, right. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Gillian.E. Shaw (3/4/2005 2:06:00 PM)

    I really enjoy this poem by Oscar Wilde whose aesthetic form demonstrates poetic perfection. I adore the final verse. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Rayanne T (11/24/2004 8:15:00 PM)

    This has much to do with the death sentence but then it also touches on the other parts. Self evaluation is something we all go through and will continue to do for the rest of our lives. Realized or not. I believe his view is shared by many. Housewives, tramps, business men, thieves, players, etc. Every person who holds a title will wonder one day. They will wonder about there lives and wonder about there fates. They will wonder in first, second, and third person. It touches on more then just the overall issue. It touches on something that haunts each of us everyday. No one is innocent, unless a child who lays in somber. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie John McPartlan (6/10/2004 10:24:00 PM)

    Mr. Wilde confronts us squarely with the horror of the death sentence. The death sentence remains a conundrum for many. An eye for an eye; you pay the price for your crime. The concept of revenge lurks in the heart of man. We can clothe it in the attire of justice, vengeance, honour. We cannot escape its horror. There is no dignity in the execution of execution. The awful currency of today, 'closure, ' is often perceived as a benediction of legitimate revenge. He got his due; we can move on; this brings a 'closure' to the matter. Justice is our form of revenge. (Report) Reply

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