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Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд)


Desespoir


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 crocus stirs the winter snow;
Wherefore yon leafless trees will bloom again
And this grey land grow green with summer rain
And send up cowslips for some boy to mow.

But what of life whose bitter hungry sea
Flows at our heels, and gloom of sunless night
Covers the days which never more return?
Ambition, love and all the thoughts that burn
We lose too soon, and only find delight
In withered husks of some dead memory.



Oscar Wilde's other poems:
  1. Amor Intellectualis
  2. The Grave of Keats
  3. Athenasia
  4. Impression Du Matin
  5. From Spring Days to Winter (For Music)


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