The seas could not insapphirine the perfect azure of his eyes.Įvery second word was my favourite. If you look at popular music today, some people do not even manage to rhyme two lines with each other, despite the chorus consisting of literally just those two lines. The middle of one line always rhymed with the end of the other line and vice versa. I simply adored it, it was so cleverly done, and I cannot fathom how on earth he managed to keep it up for seven pages and still produce such exquisite poetry. You stood behind him on his throne: you called him by his secret name. You kissed his mouth with mouths of flame: you made the hornèd god your own But I had never read any poetry by Wilde and just this one poem almost had me convinced that his poetry might be even more beautiful than his prose. I knew his one-liners in comedies are hilarious. I knew Wilde’s prose is the most exquisite thing ever. I kinda never got around to update and rate this one despite having read it in January, so here I go. And with your curved archaic smile you watched his passion come and go.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |