Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

Flower Of Love

Poem by Oscar Wilde

Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common
I had climbed the higher heights unclimbed yet, seen the fuller air, the
larger day.

From the wildness of my wasted passion I had struck a better, clearer song,
Lit some lighter light of freer freedom, battled with some Hydra-headed wrong.

Had my lips been smitten into music by the kisses that but made them bleed,
You had walked with Bice and the angels on that verdant and enamelled meed.

I had trod the road which Dante treading saw the suns of seven circles shine,
Ay! perchance had seen the heavens opening, as they opened to the Florentine.

And the mighty nations would have crowned me, who am crownless now and without
And some orient dawn had found me kneeling on the threshold of the House of

I had sat within that marble circle where the oldest bard is as the young,
And the pipe is ever dropping honey, and the lyre's strings are ever strung.

Keats had lifted up his hymeneal curls from out the poppy-seeded wine,
With ambrosial mouth had kissed my forehead, clasped the hand of noble love in

And at springtide, when the apple-blossoms brush the burnished bosom of the
Two young lovers lying in an orchard would have read the story of our love;

Would have read the legend of my passion, known the bitter secret of my heart,
Kissed as we have kissed, but never parted as we two are fated now to part.

For the crimson flower of our life is eaten by the cankerworm of truth,
And no hand can gather up the fallen withered petals of the rose of youth.

Yet I am not sorry that I loved you -ah! what else had I a boy to do? -
For the hungry teeth of time devour, and the silent-footed years pursue.

Rudderless, we drift athwart a tempest, and when once the storm of youth is
Without lyre, without lute or chorus, Death the silent pilot comes at last.

And within the grave there is no pleasure, for the blindworm battens on the
And Desire shudders into ashes, and the tree of Passion bears no fruit.

Ah! what else had I to do but love you? God's own mother was less dear to me,
And less dear the Cytheraean rising like an argent lily from the sea.

I have made my choice, have lived my poems, and, though youth is gone in
wasted days,
I have found the lover's crown of myrtle better than the poet's crown of bays.

Comments about Flower Of Love by Oscar Wilde

  • Sherry Chen (1/29/2020 7:25:00 PM)

    This is a very lovely poem about flowers, and i really appreciate it.(Report)Reply

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  • Sarah ShahzadSarah Shahzad (1/14/2020 1:16:00 AM)

    This is a very well written poem. I really appreciate it. Thanks for sharing this... :) pleez do comment/ review/ write your thoughts on my website & poems 2 thank you :)(Report)Reply

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  • jackey (9/8/2019 1:45:00 AM)

    this is a beautiful poem about flowers(Report)Reply

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  • Susana Velasquez (3/12/2019 8:48:00 PM)

    MMM MMM MMM... This Poem Made Me Want To Eat At Captain Kutchie's Key West Bar and Grill.e Their Key Lime Pies Are Heaven On Earth! Jimmy Buffett Himself Was So Inspired By The Restaurant That He Ended Up Writing A Song In Its Liking! Watching Anita And Kutchie Pelaez At Their Key Lime Pie Factory And Grill In Asheville Baking These Pies Will Make Your Mouth Water. Mrs. Anita Is No Act... She’s The Real Deal!(Report)Reply

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  • Aastha (2/19/2019 8:37:00 AM)

    Sooooooo big(Report)Reply

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  • Abdou (12/9/2018 11:08:00 AM)

    Bleeding sensations(Report)Reply

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  • Aishwarya (12/4/2018 9:16:00 PM)

    Good one Mr.Wilde(Report)Reply

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  • sdfihwhef (9/6/2018 11:07:00 PM)

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  • Tejashwi Kumar (7/31/2018 5:22:00 AM)

    this was the best one(Report)Reply

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  • Micah (7/9/2018 2:30:00 PM)

    Nice poem Mr. Wilde😆(Report)Reply

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  • Tanvi (7/3/2018 3:10:00 PM)

    I like this one so much.(Report)Reply

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  • single strand of (6/5/2018 8:21:00 PM)

    this is one hairy poem(Report)Reply

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  • bob barny (6/5/2018 8:18:00 PM)

    is it just me or did this poem make we want to eat a pair of slow cooked monkey nuts(Report)Reply

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  • Pink princess (1/27/2018 11:22:00 PM)

    Wow fully with so much romance(Report)Reply

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  • M Asim NehalM Asim Nehal (5/3/2016 5:15:00 AM)

    Wonderful poem, Indeed.(Report)Reply

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  • * Sunprincess * (2/7/2016 12:06:00 PM)

    ......a poem so beautifully penned with a pen dipped in the ink of romance ★(Report)Reply

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  • Francie LynchFrancie Lynch (7/18/2014 8:40:00 AM)

    Ah, Oscar. Had you lived today.(Report)Reply

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  • Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (7/18/2014 6:04:00 AM)

    Profound and simply as delightful as heaven this flower of love is, was and shall be...........Oscar(Report)Reply

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  • Carlos Echeverria (7/18/2012 10:31:00 AM)

    Wilde was honest with his feelings. He was perfect for his times, an avatar of progress.(Report)Reply

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  • Nick DunneNick Dunne (7/18/2012 2:58:00 AM)

    Poor Oscar, confused Anglo-Hibernian.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003