In The Forest Poem by Oscar Wilde

In The Forest

Rating: 3.6

Out of the mid-wood's twilight
Into the meadow's dawn,
Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,
Flashes my Faun!

He skips through the copses singing,
And his shadow dances along,
And I know not which I should follow,
Shadow or song!

O Hunter, snare me his shadow!
O Nightingale, catch me his strain!
Else moonstruck with music and madness
I track him in vain!

M Asim Nehal 19 December 2015

O Hunter, O Nightingale and moon so many imagery, Awesome

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Bernard F. Asuncion 16 October 2016

Congratulations for being selected poem of the day......

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Edward Kofi Louis 16 October 2016

I track him in vain! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Godfrey Morris 16 October 2016

Great write. Awesome poet.

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Susan Williams 16 October 2016

Amazing how he wrote in such a way that I read it like I was light-footed and light-hearted and skipping after a shadow or a faun.

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Cathartic! Deeply reminiscent

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lividos lividos 08 July 2023


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Chinedu Dike 29 August 2022

A beautiful creation nicely crafted with lovely rhyme scheme

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Sylvia Frances Chan 27 August 2022

THREE: whatever he had been (gay or not) this is a heart moving Classic Poem Of The Day. Such a tragedy his love affair with Bosie. What a tragic life!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 27 August 2022

TWO: Wilde's faun (or my Faun as he calls it) may even represent Oscar's most infamous lover — Bosie, aka Lord Alfred Douglas. Their affair would ultimately lead to Wilde's downfall.

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Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde

Dublin / Ireland
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