From Calpe and the cliffs of Herakles! No! thou art Helen, and none other one! It was for thee tha...
2011-11-23
Wooing that drifting imagery which is No sooner kissed than broken; memories of Salmacis Who is no...
Poems by Oscar Wilde Poem: Helas! To drift with every passion till my soul Is a stringed lute on...
If Thou in very truth didst burst the tomb Come down, O Son of Man! and show Thy might Lest Mahome...
And the new Sign grows grey and dim before its conqueror. Spirit of Beauty! tarry with us still, I...
Or the passion for fruitage tinge That dream, for your parricide imps To wing through the body of ...
Beneath her midway West of South; And sister was her quivered green To sapphire of the Nereid eyes...
Unknown in nature. This they knew: That life begets with fair increase Beyond the flesh, if life b...
Laughter! O thou reviver of sick Earth! Good for the spirit, good For body, thou! to both art wine...
Seed for seedling, swathe for swathe. That gives Nature to us, this Give we her, and so we kiss. ...
The city under him: a white yoked steer, That bears his heart for pulse, his head for wits. III B...
Having striven to rend him in vain. I walked to observe, not to feel, Not to fancy, if simple of e...
And comes the snow, and comes the dust, Comes the old wanderer, more bent of late. V A crazy begg...
She yields not for prayers at her knees; The woolly beast bleating will shear. These are our sensu...
tremulous Ever-wailful trees bemoaning him, a bruised purple cyclamen. SEED-TIME I Flowers of th...