Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde

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Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde
Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde (October 16, 1854 – November 30, 1900) was an Irish playwright, novelist, poet, and author of short stories. Known for his barbed wit, he was one of the most successful playwrights of late Victorian London, and one of the greatest celebrities of his day. As the result of a famous trial, he suffered a dramatic downfall and was imprisoned for two years of hard labour after being convicted of the offence of "gross indecency."

the ballad of reading gaol
He did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were ... [read poem]
complete destruction
It was an icy day.
We buried the cat,
then took her box
and set fire to it
in th... [read poem]
the crowd at the ball game
XXVI

The crowd at the ball game
is moved uniformly

by a spirit of usele... [read poem]
danse russe
If I when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
are sleeping
and the sun is a... [read poem]
dedication for a plot of ground
This plot of ground
facing the waters of this inlet
is dedicated to the living presence of... [read poem]
muier
Oh, black Persian cat!
Was not your life
already cursed with offspring?
We took you f... [read poem]
pastoral
The little sparrows
hop ingenuously
about the pavement
quarreling
with sharp voi... [read poem]
queen-anne's lace
Her body is not so white as
anemony petals nor so smooth -- nor
so remote a thing. It is a... [read poem]
so much depends
XXII

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed wi... [read poem]
sympathetic portrait of a child
The murderer's little daughter
who is barely ten years old
jerks her shoulders
right ... [read poem]
to elsie
XVIII

The pure products of America
go crazy --
mountain folk from Kentucky... [read poem]
tract
I will teach you my townspeople
how to perform a funeral --
for you have it ... [read poem]
winter trees
All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liqu... [read poem]
the wind
The bay is thick with flecks of white.
The freezing air is honed and thined.
The gulls sle... [read poem]
qingdao: december
Here by the sea this quiet night
I see the moon through misted light.
The water laps the r... [read poem]
why, asks a friend, attempt tetrameter? (golden gate 5.4)
Why, asks a friend, attempt tetrameter?
Because it once was noble, yet
Capers before the p... [read poem]
untitled
Dark night, and silent, calm, and lovely,
That stills the efforts of our lives,
Rare, exce... [read poem]
round and round
After a long and wretched flight
That stretched from daylight into night,
Where babies wep... [read poem]
all you who sleep tonight
All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right
And em... [read poem]
protocols
What can I say to you? How can I retract
All that that fool, my voice, has spoken_
Now tha... [read poem]
sit
Sit, drink your coffee here; your work can wait awhile.
You're twenty-six, and still have some ... [read poem]
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