Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

Oscar Wilde Poems

41. The New Remorse 1/3/2003
42. Le Jardin 1/3/2003
43. The Doer Of Good 4/1/2010
44. In The Gold Room - A Harmony 1/3/2003
45. Sonnet On Hearing The Dies Irae Sung In The Sistine Chapel 1/3/2003
46. San Miniato 5/18/2001
47. Pan 1/3/2003
48. A Villanelle 4/1/2010
49. Vita Nuova 5/18/2001
50. On Easter Day 1/3/2003
51. Sonnet 5/18/2001
52. Lotus Leaves 4/1/2010
53. Impression - Le Reveillon 1/3/2003
54. Impression De Voyage 1/3/2003
55. La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente 5/18/2001
56. Humanitad 5/18/2001
57. Serenade 5/18/2001
58. La Fuite De La Lune 1/3/2003
59. Les Silhouettes 1/3/2003
60. Magdalen Walks 5/18/2001
61. Madonna Mia 5/18/2001
62. Impression Du Matin 5/18/2001
63. An Inscription 4/1/2010
64. Theoretikos 5/18/2001
65. Silentium Amoris 5/18/2001
66. Under The Balcony 1/3/2003
67. Canzonet 1/3/2003
68. Panthea 5/18/2001
69. Ballade De Marguerite (Normande) 1/3/2003
70. The Garden Of Eros 5/18/2001
71. Charmides 5/18/2001
72. Endymion 5/18/2001
73. Holy Week At Genoa 1/3/2003
74. From Spring Days To Winter (For Music) 1/3/2003
75. Ballade De Marguerite 5/18/2001
76. The Ballad Of Reading Gaol (Version II) 4/1/2010
77. E Tenebris 5/18/2001
78. Helas! 5/18/2001
79. The Grave Of Shelley 5/18/2001
80. The Grave Of Keats 5/18/2001

Comments about Oscar Wilde

  • vijay Tiwari (10/7/2015 4:13:00 PM)

    Oscar wilde is still the Lord of Language no budy could ever replace him.

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  • 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.

  • 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

Quantum Mutata

THERE was a time in Europe long ago
When no man died for freedom anywhere,
But England's lion leaping from its lair
Laid hands on the oppressor! it was so
While England could a great Republic show.
Witness the men of Piedmont, chiefest care
Of Cromwell, when with impotent despair
The Pontiff in his painted portico
Trembled before our stern ambassadors.

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