Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

Oscar Wilde Poems

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

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

Rome Unvisited

THE corn has turned from grey to red,
Since first my spirit wandered forth
From the drear cities of the north,
And to Italia's mountains fled.

And here I set my face towards home,
For all my pilgrimage is done,
Although, methinks, yon blood-red sun

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