He did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And murdered in her bed.
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An incredibly complex and moving ballad. Take the time to read it. It is among the best of Oscar Wilde, who lived the experience he wrote about in Reading Gaol.
A ballad which is probably too long, but it does focus on a life-or-death situation, in which the unfortunate prisoner is hanged. Capital punishment is cruel. 'In Reading gaol by Reading town/ There is a pit of shame'.
How and why does every man kill the thing he loves? What is Wilde getting at?
For blood and wine are red. A beautiful long ballad. SYLVA-ONYEMA UBA
A beautiful ballad-long, possibly too long. Wilde was in prison for a while, and he writes of a fellow prisoner who is condemned to death by hanging. This wretch is on Death Row. His friend has love and compassion for him. 'Yet each man kills the thing he loves, ' So true. M. Walker.
The musicality of this composition carried my reading of it through to the end. I enjoyed it, both for its high-caliber writing quality and its narrative. I'll remember this poem.
The musicality of this composition carried my reading of it through to the end. I enjoyed it, both for its high-caliber writing quality and its narrative. I'll remember this poem.
This was powerfully written at least the part that I read. Hopefully I will read the entire thing one day. Thanks Oscar Wilde r.I.p
Painfully long ballad. Someday I'll finish it for surely it is absolutely masterful - (that which I could get through today)
Waits for the holy hands that took The Thief to Paradise; And a broken and a contrite heart The Lord will not despise. Long yet to observe, long yet to read, long to suffer yet.......
They jailed a poet for two years, but he painted them on the canvas of eternity
Wow! ! ! This is great! We all 'kill the thing we love', but perhaps we should do it with a sword. He is, simply, right.
I really enjoy this poem by Oscar Wilde whose aesthetic form demonstrates poetic perfection. I adore the final verse.
This has much to do with the death sentence but then it also touches on the other parts. Self evaluation is something we all go through and will continue to do for the rest of our lives. Realized or not. I believe his view is shared by many. Housewives, tramps, business men, thieves, players, etc. Every person who holds a title will wonder one day. They will wonder about there lives and wonder about there fates. They will wonder in first, second, and third person. It touches on more then just the overall issue. It touches on something that haunts each of us everyday. No one is innocent, unless a child who lays in somber.
Mr. Wilde confronts us squarely with the horror of the death sentence. The death sentence remains a conundrum for many. An eye for an eye; you pay the price for your crime. The concept of revenge lurks in the heart of man. We can clothe it in the attire of justice, vengeance, honour. We cannot escape its horror. There is no dignity in the execution of execution. The awful currency of today, 'closure, ' is often perceived as a benediction of legitimate revenge. He got his due; we can move on; this brings a 'closure' to the matter. Justice is our form of revenge.
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