poet Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde

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The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky
Burned like a heated opal through the air;
We hoisted sail; the wind was blowing fair
For the blue lands that to the eastward lie.
From the steep prow I marked with quickening eye
Zakynthos, every olive grove and creek,
Ithaca's cliff, Lycaon's snowy peak,
And all the flower-strewn hills of Arcady.
The flapping of the sail against the mast,
The ripple of the water on the side,
The ripple of girls' laughter at the stern,
The only sounds: -when 'gan the West to burn,
And a red sun upon the seas to ride,
I stood upon the soil of Greece at last!

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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  • teeka (9/24/2019 1:15:00 PM)


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  • * Sunprincess * (2/7/2016 12:33:00 PM)

    .........Oh so beautiful....I wish someday to visit Greece ★

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    * Sunprincess *(3/1/2016 5:49:00 PM)

    .............okay dear Dimitrios I will come and visit you :) ....you can show me around town ★

    Dimitrios GalanisDimitrios Galanis(3/1/2016 4:27:00 PM)

    Why not this year! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! we will be happy to see you in Argolis, Nafplio Mycenae, Tiryns Epidaurus, all in 15 minutes walk or drive.

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