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Lord Alfred Douglas

(1870 - 1945 / England)

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  • Barry Waterfield (11/29/2011 6:23:00 PM)

    I must admit that even in death, I find Lord Alfred Douglas obnoxious.I admit that as a boy he was pretty but I've seen prettier and known nicer natured examples. It's a pity Oscar Wilde didn't look around a bit. Douglas was a shallow pretty boy of whom I think it may be said, that the beauty of the outside was not matched the putrid nature of the interior. Hard words perhaps but they are needed, just as a good smack across the bottom was needed both during his growing up and several more times in his middle age.You can easily see the 'quality 'of the brand. He became as vile as his drunken father. As for his poetry, well, perhaps I am no judge here because I do not have a strong feel for poetry, but I think I can respect talent, it does ring some kind of bell and I don't hear any bells when I read Douglas. It is interesting that even the Internet site 'Find a Grave' contains more than one negative entry about this vicious little man and that's very unusual. The only thing that does not surprise me about this creature is his 'finding religion'. In a funny sort of way I think that adds up, it goes with his self centered nature. No let him go, he isn't worth the paper his biography is printed on.

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  • Becky Shortt (4/18/2009 6:07:00 AM)

    I noticed that 'Two Loves', the poem used as evidence in Oscar Wilde's trial isn't on here. Could anybody add it? I'm not sure how the system works when it comes to adding poems by famous poets.

The Green River

I know a green grass path that leaves the field,
And like a running river, winds along
Into a leafy wood where is no throng
Of birds at noon-day, and no soft throats yield
Their music to the moon. The place is sealed,
An unclaimed sovereignty of voiceless song,
And all the unravished silences belong
To some sweet singer lost or unrevealed.
So is my soul become a silent place.

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