Lord Alfred Douglas
Lord Alfred Douglas Poems
- Autumn Days I have been through the woods to-day And the ...
- The Dead Poet I dreamed of him last night, I saw his face ...
- The Green River I know a green grass path that leaves the ...
- The City Of The Soul: Ii What shall we do, my soul, to please...
- Not All The Singers Of A Thous... Not all the singers ...
- Spring Wake up again, sad heart, wake up again ! (I heard ...
- Ennui Alas! and oh that Spring should come again Upon the ...
Lord Alfred Douglas is remembered today for his tumultuous association with Oscar Wilde and as a minor poet.
Douglas, universally known as Bosie, was born October 22, 1870, the third son of John Sholto Douglas, ninth Marquess of Queensberry, and Sibyl, née Montgomery.
After a boyhood during which his parents separated, Douglas went up from Winchester to Magdalen College, Oxford, in 1889. He met Oscar Wilde through a mutual friend in early summer, 1891, and they became lovers the following spring. Douglas's beauty was "like a narcissus--white and gold," as Wilde told Robert Ross.
Most of Douglas's homoerotic poetry was written between 1893 and 1896 and ... more »
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I have been through the woods to-day
And the leaves were falling,
Summer had crept away,
And the birds were not calling.
And the bracken was like yellow gold
That comes too late,
When the heart is sad and old,
And death at the gate.
Ah, mournful Autumn ! Sad,
Slow death that comes at last,
I am mad for a yesterday, mad !
I am sick for a year that is past!
Though the sun be like blood in the sky
He is cold as the lips of hate,
And he fires the sere leaves as they lie
On their bed of earth, too late.
They are dead, and the bare ...