Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900 / Dublin / Ireland)

San Miniato - Poem by Oscar Wilde

SEE, I have climbed the mountain side
Up to this holy house of God,
Where once that Angel-Painter trod
Who saw the heavens opened wide,

And throned upon the crescent moon
The Virginal white Queen of Grace,--
Mary! could I but see thy face
Death could not come at all too soon.

O crowned by God with thorns and pain!
Mother of Christ! O mystic wife!
My heart is weary of this life
And over-sad to sing again.

O crowned by God with love and flame!
O crowned by Christ the Holy One!
O listen ere the searching sun
Show to the world my sin and shame.


Comments about San Miniato by Oscar Wilde

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (5/17/2016 10:55:00 AM)

    Italian text:
    ________

    San Miniato

    Guarda, sono salito lungo il fianco
    Dal monte fino a questa santa casa
    Di Dio, ove l'Angelo Pittore
    Vide schiudersi un giorno il paradiso,

    E mise in trono sull'argentea luna
    La candita Regina della Grazia:
    Maria! potessi vedere il tuo cuore,
    Mai troppo presto verrebbe la morte.

    Oh tu, cui Dio cinse di spine e doglia!
    Madre di Cristo! Tu, mistica sposa!
    Il mio cuore è già stanco della vita.
    E troppo afflitto per cantare ancora.

    Oh Tu, cui Dio cinse d'amore e fiamma!
    Oh Tu, da Cristo coronata Santa!
    Oh ascolta, prima che il sole riveli
    Al mondo la mia colpa e la vergogna. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2001



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