Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

Oscar Wilde Poems

41. Italia 5/18/2001
42. Rome Unvisited 5/18/2001
43. Holy Week At Genoa 1/3/2003
44. La Mer 1/3/2003
45. The Teacher Of Wisdom 4/1/2010
46. On The Sale By Auction Of Keats' Love Letters 1/3/2003
47. Humanitad 5/18/2001
48. Double Villanelle 4/1/2010
49. Phedre 1/3/2003
50. Magdalen Walks 5/18/2001
51. Les Ballons 1/3/2003
52. Impression - Le Reveillon 1/3/2003
53. The Doer Of Good 4/1/2010
54. Serenade 5/18/2001
55. Under The Balcony 1/3/2003
56. Les Silhouettes 1/3/2003
57. Lotus Leaves 4/1/2010
58. Madonna Mia 5/18/2001
59. The Sphinx 1/3/2003
60. Impression Du Matin 5/18/2001
61. Vita Nuova 5/18/2001
62. In The Gold Room - A Harmony 1/3/2003
63. The New Remorse 1/3/2003
64. Pan 1/3/2003
65. La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente 5/18/2001
66. La Fuite De La Lune 1/3/2003
67. From Spring Days To Winter (For Music) 1/3/2003
68. The Garden Of Eros 5/18/2001
69. Sonnet 5/18/2001
70. The Grave Of Keats 5/18/2001
71. Helas! 5/18/2001
72. Sonnet To Liberty 5/18/2001
73. The Grave Of Shelley 5/18/2001
74. Silentium Amoris 5/18/2001
75. Canzonet 1/3/2003
76. The Ballad Of Reading Gaol (Version II) 4/1/2010
77. Panthea 5/18/2001
78. Ballade De Marguerite (Normande) 1/3/2003
79. An Inscription 4/1/2010
80. Charmides 5/18/2001

Comments about Oscar Wilde

  • Annette Adams (12/21/2014 2:32:00 AM)

    His imagery and diction, everything is so extravagant and incredible. He will always remain as one of my favorites.

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  • David H. Partington (5/9/2014 2:56:00 PM)

    Sounds as if he is quoting Dante.

  • Sylva Portoian Sylva Portoian (7/21/2012 12:49:00 AM)

    Every person has some genius-ness in his cells...
    brain...hands or body...
    Needs the chance to appear
    Needs the luck...
    You have...I have
    As small as it can be
    Even very small
    It is still geniusty...!

  • T.P. Edwards (10/12/2007 6:26:00 PM)

    Wilde cryptic word spinning to somewhere in nowhere.
    He was no genius, a bewildered poet who thought he was a genius.
    Did the poem liberate him or anyone from its cage of flowery words bespeckled with Greek gods and goddesses?
    I tend to doubt it. A love for his own intellect, displayful of a pruriant pride in pining.

  • SS BAGHELA (10/4/2005 9:23:00 AM)

    He was a literary genius. I enjoy his poetry immensely. Conspirative Nature stole his life prematurely.

Best Poem of Oscar Wilde

Her Voice

THE wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing.
Now in a lily-cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering;
Sit closer love: it was here I trow
I made that vow,

Swore that two lives should be like one
As long as the sea-gull loved the sea,
As long as the sunflower sought the sun,--
It shall be, I said, for eternity

Read the full of Her Voice

San Miniato

SEE, I have climbed the mountain side
Up to this holy house of God,
Where once that Angel-Painter trod
Who saw the heavens opened wide,

And throned upon the crescent moon
The Virginal white Queen of Grace,--
Mary! could I but see thy face
Death could not come at all too soon.

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