Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

Sonnet To Liberty - Poem by Oscar Wilde

NOT that I love thy children, whose dull eyes
See nothing save their own unlovely woe,
Whose minds know nothing, nothing care to know,--
But that the roar of thy Democracies,
Thy reigns of Terror, thy great Anarchies,
Mirror my wildest passions like the sea,--
And give my rage a brother----! Liberty!
For this sake only do thy dissonant cries
Delight my discreet soul, else might all kings
By bloody knout or treacherous cannonades
Rob nations of their rights inviolate
And I remain unmoved--and yet, and yet,
These Christs that die upon the barricades,
God knows it I am with them, in some things.


Comments about Sonnet To Liberty by Oscar Wilde

  • Amar Agarwala (8/21/2016 8:31:00 PM)


    A powerful poem... forcefully written. (Report) Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis (8/21/2016 12:44:00 AM)


    Unlovely woe! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2001

Poem Edited: Friday, May 18, 2001


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