Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

Oscar Wilde Poems

81. The True Knowledge 1/3/2003
82. E Tenebris 5/18/2001
83. Roses And Rue 1/3/2003
84. Holy Week At Genoa 1/3/2003
85. The Grave Of Shelley 5/18/2001
86. Ravenna 1/3/2003
87. Chanson 5/18/2001
88. The Grave Of Keats 5/18/2001
89. Easter Day 5/18/2001
90. By The Arno 5/18/2001
91. Sonnet To Liberty 5/18/2001
92. Greece 1/3/2003
93. To My Wife 1/3/2003
94. The Harlot's House 1/3/2003
95. Desespoir 1/3/2003
96. At Verona 5/18/2001
97. A Fragment 4/1/2010
98. Requiescat 5/18/2001
99. My Voice 5/18/2001
100. In The Forest 1/3/2003
101. A Lament 4/1/2010
102. Camma 5/18/2001
103. Symphony In Yellow 1/3/2003
104. Apologia 5/18/2001
105. Amor Intellectualis 5/18/2001
106. Ava Maria Plena Gratia 5/18/2001
107. The Ballad Of Reading Gaol 5/18/2001
108. A Vision 5/18/2001
109. Flower Of Love 1/3/2003
110. Her Voice 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.

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  • 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...!

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  • 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.

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  • 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.

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Best Poem of Oscar Wilde

A Vision

Two crowned Kings, and One that stood alone
With no green weight of laurels round his head,
But with sad eyes as one uncomforted,
And wearied with man's never-ceasing moan
For sins no bleating victim can atone,
And sweet long lips with tears and kisses fed.
Girt was he in a garment black and red,
And at his feet I marked a broken stone
Which sent up lilies, dove-like, to his knees.
Now at their sight, my heart being lit with flame,
I cried to Beatrice, 'Who are these? '
And she made answer, knowing well each name,
'AEschylos first, the second ...

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Santa Decca

THE Gods are dead: no longer do we bring
To grey-eyed Pallas crowns of olive-leaves!
Demeter's child no more hath tithe of sheaves,
And in the noon the careless shepherds sing,
For Pan is dead, and all the wantoning
By secret glade and devious haunt is o'er:
Young Hylas seeks the water-springs no more;
Great Pan is dead, and Mary's Son is King.

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