TO OSCAR WILDE

by
Lord Alfred Douglas


I dreamed of you last night, I saw your face
All radiant and unshadowed of distress.
And as of old, in measured tunefulness,
I heard your golden vioce and marked your trace
Under the common thing the hidden grace,
Till mean things put on beauty like a dress
And all the world was an enchanted place.

And so I knew, that it was well with you
And that unprisoned, gloriously free
Across the dark you streched me out your hand
And all the spite of this besotted crew
(Scrabbling on pillars of eternity)
How small it seems. Love made me understand.

Quelle: Frank Harris (2007) Oscar Wilde, His Life and Confessions, erschienen bei 1st World Inc., S.228

REQUIESCAT

by Oscar Wilde TREAD lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.
All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.
Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.
Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast,
I vex my heart alone
She is at rest.
Peace, Peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life’s buried here,
Heap earth upon it.