CONY FOR OSCAR WILDE

CONY FOR OSCAR WILDE

This blog is reserved for one of my authors favourite OSCAR WILDE, but you will also find SHAKESPEARE, BAUDELAIRE and indeed of the other one always on the subject of WILDE

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Mes centres d'intérêts :  Arts poesies, Wilde peinture

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Créé le 07/03/2008

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Human

'A work of art is the unique product of a unique temperament. Its beauty is that its author is what he is. In any case what others want. In fact, once an artist becomes aware of what others want to...

Aphorisms

"I think that God in creating man somewhat overestimated his ability." "Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone" WILDE OSCAR

Desespoir

OSCAR WILDE The seasons send their ruin as they go, For in the spring the narciss shows its head Nor withers till the rose has flamed to red, And in the autumn purple violets blow, And the slim...

Italia

OSCAR WILDE Italia! thou art fallen, though with sheen Of battle-spears thy clamorous armies stride From the north Alps to the Sicilian tide! Ay! fallen, though the nations hail thee Queen Because...

Rome Unvisited

OSCAR WILDE The corn has turned from grey to red, Since first my spirit wandered forth From the drear cities of the north, And to Italia's mountains fled. And here I set my face towards home, For...

Aphorisms

"A grand passion is the privelege of people who have nothing to do." "A man can be happy with any woman as long as he does not love her." "Chastity is the greatest form of perversion." OSCAR WILDE

Poems by wilde

Greece The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky Burned like a heated opal through the air; We hoisted sail; the wind was blowing fair For the blue lands that to the eastward lie. From the steep...

Flower of Love by wilde

Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common clay I had climbed the higher heights unclimbed yet, seen the fuller air, the larger day. From the wildness of my...

Aphorisms poems

There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.The critic has to educate the public; the artist has to educate the critic Life is too much...