Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

To My Wife - Poem by Oscar Wilde

With a Copy of My Poems

I can write no stately proem
As a prelude to my lay;
From a poet to a poem
I would dare to say.

For if of these fallen petals
One to you seem fair,
Love will waft it till it settles
On your hair.

And when wind and winter harden
All the loveless land,
It will whisper of the garden,
You will understand.


Comments about To My Wife by Oscar Wilde

  • Freshman - 894 Points Leslie Sharp (1/18/2015 11:27:00 AM)

    This poems about said it all I guess because some thinks their married gives them license to hurt who they will.
    If they are so hip on being married keep their minds and privates in there pants. They look like fools in front of the High Supreme remember that always. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 182 Points Karen Sinclair (9/27/2012 2:54:00 AM)

    i would never of believed oscar wilde wrote this.... i do not doubt it but it is missing his flair, compassion and any stretch of his imagination...it is almost as if he cared enough to send but not enough to raise any hope of joy, i know nothing but im guessing she had became pretty resigned which would of only cooled her emotional side...she no doubt loved him but this letter poem speaks volumes if compared to the enthusiasm and emotions written to lord alfred..... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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