April 2010
18 posts
I see America spreading disaster. I see America as a black curse upon the world....
THEOCRITUS (A Villanelle)
THEOCRITUS (A Villanelle)
by: Oscar Wilde
SINGER of Persephone! In the dim meadows desolate Dost thou remember Sicily? Still through the ivy flits the bee Where Amaryllis lies in state; O Singer of Persephone! Simætha calls on Hecate And hears the wild dogs at the gate; Dost thou remember Sicily? Still by the light and laughing sea Poor Polypheme bemoans his fate; O Singer of...
Madonna Mia
MADONNA MIA
by: Oscar Wilde
LILY-GIRL, not made for this world’s pain, With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears, And longing eyes half veiled by slumberous tears Like bluest water seen through mists of rain: Pale cheeks whereon no love hath left its stain, Red underlip drawn in for fear of love, And white throat, whiter than the silvered dove, Through whose...