160 years ago today, the wonderful, witty Oscar Fingal OFlahertie Wills Wilde was born in Dublin, Ireland. Arguably most famous for his novel The Picture of Dorian Gray and for his rapier with with plays such as The Importance of Being Ernest, Wilde also penned poetry. Heres one: My Voice WITHIN this restless, hurried, modern world We took our hearts’ full pleasure—You and I, And now the white sails of our ship are furled, And spent the lading of our argosy. Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan, For very weeping is my gladness fled, Sorrow hath paled my lip’s vermilion, And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed. But all this crowded life has been to thee No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell Of viols, or the music of the sea That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell.
Posted on: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 19:33:20 +0000
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