Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

Oscar Wilde Poems

41. Pan 1/3/2003
42. Humanitad 5/18/2001
43. Double Villanelle 4/1/2010
44. Impression - Le Reveillon 1/3/2003
45. Taedium Vitae 1/3/2003
46. Serenade 5/18/2001
47. On The Sale By Auction Of Keats' Love Letters 1/3/2003
48. Les Silhouettes 1/3/2003
49. Lotus Leaves 4/1/2010
50. In The Gold Room - A Harmony 1/3/2003
51. San Miniato 5/18/2001
52. Impression Du Matin 5/18/2001
53. Sonnet Written In Holy Week At Genoa 12/31/2002
54. Impression De Voyage 1/3/2003
55. La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente 5/18/2001
56. Theoretikos 5/18/2001
57. La Fuite De La Lune 1/3/2003
58. Under The Balcony 1/3/2003
59. The New Remorse 1/3/2003
60. The Doer Of Good 4/1/2010
61. Vita Nuova 5/18/2001
62. Magdalen Walks 5/18/2001
63. Sonnet 5/18/2001
64. Madonna Mia 5/18/2001
65. The Garden Of Eros 5/18/2001
66. Silentium Amoris 5/18/2001
67. Canzonet 1/3/2003
68. An Inscription 4/1/2010
69. Panthea 5/18/2001
70. Ballade De Marguerite (Normande) 1/3/2003
71. Rome Unvisited 5/18/2001
72. Holy Week At Genoa 1/3/2003
73. Charmides 5/18/2001
74. Ballade De Marguerite 5/18/2001
75. Endymion 5/18/2001
76. Ave Imperatrix 5/18/2001
77. From Spring Days To Winter (For Music) 1/3/2003
78. The Ballad Of Reading Gaol (Version II) 4/1/2010
79. Helas! 5/18/2001
80. Athanasia 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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