Here is one poem written by Wilde:
Poem: Easter Day
The silver trumpets rang across the Dome:
The people knelt upon the ground with awe:And borne upon the necks of men I saw,
Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome.
Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam,
And, king-like, swathed himself in royal red,
Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head:
In splendour and in light the Pope passed home.
My heart stole back across wide wastes of years
To One who wandered by a lonely sea,
And sought in vain for any place of rest:
‘Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest.
I, only I, must wander wearily,
And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears.’
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Oh my I never knew that about him wow, thats disgusting! thanks for sharing this, I hope you are having a good weekend!
ReplyDeleteGuess there are many things we aren't taught in school.
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