Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

Oscar Wilde Poems

1. A Fragment 4/1/2010
2. A Lament 4/1/2010
3. A Villanelle 4/1/2010
4. A Vision 5/18/2001
5. Amor Intellectualis 5/18/2001
6. An Inscription 4/1/2010
7. Apologia 5/18/2001
8. At Verona 5/18/2001
9. Athanasia 1/3/2003
10. Ava Maria Plena Gratia 5/18/2001
11. Ave Imperatrix 5/18/2001
12. Ballade De Marguerite 5/18/2001
13. Ballade De Marguerite (Normande) 1/3/2003
14. By The Arno 5/18/2001
15. Camma 5/18/2001
16. Canzonet 1/3/2003
17. Chanson 5/18/2001
18. Charmides 5/18/2001
19. Desespoir 1/3/2003
20. Double Villanelle 4/1/2010
21. E Tenebris 5/18/2001
22. Easter Day 5/18/2001
23. Endymion 5/18/2001
24. Fabien Dei Franchi 5/18/2001
25. Flower Of Love 1/3/2003
26. From Spring Days To Winter (For Music) 1/3/2003
27. Greece 1/3/2003
28. Helas! 5/18/2001
29. Her Voice 5/18/2001
30. Holy Week At Genoa 1/3/2003
31. Humanitad 5/18/2001
32. Impression - Le Reveillon 1/3/2003
33. Impression De Voyage 1/3/2003
34. Impression Du Matin 5/18/2001
35. Impression Du Voyage 5/18/2001
36. Impressions I. Les Silhouettes 5/18/2001
37. Impressions Ii. La Fuite De La Lune 5/18/2001
38. In The Forest 1/3/2003
39. In The Gold Room - A Harmony 1/3/2003
40. Italia 5/18/2001
Best Poem of Oscar Wilde

Her Voice

THE wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing.
Now in a lily-cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering;
Sit closer love: it was here I trow
I made that vow,

Swore that two lives should be like one
As long as the sea-gull loved the sea,
As long as the sunflower sought the sun,--
It shall be, I said, for eternity
...

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Le Panneau

Under the rose-tree's dancing shade
There stands a little ivory girl,
Pulling the leaves of pink and pearl
With pale green nails of polished jade.

The red leaves fall upon the mould,
The white leaves flutter, one by one,
Down to a blue bowl where the sun,
Like a great dragon, writhes in gold.

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