Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

Oscar Wilde Poems

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

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

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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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