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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LA BELLA DONNA DEL MIA MENTE, by OSCAR WILDE Poem Explanation Poet's Biography First Line: My limbs are wasted with a flame Last Line: Pale flower beaten by the rain! Alternate Author Name(s): Finga, O'flahertie Wills | |||
MY limbs are wasted with a flame, My feet are sore with travelling, For calling on my Lady's name My lips have now forgot to sing. O Linnet in the wild-rose brake Strain for my Love thy melody, O Lark sing louder for love's sake, My gentle Lady passeth by. She is too fair for any man To see or hold his heart's delight, Fairer than Queen or courtezan Or moon-lit water in the night. Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves, (Green leaves upon her golden hair!) Green grasses through the yellow sheaves Of autumn corn are not more fair. Her little lips, more made to kiss Than to cry bitterly for pain, Are tremulous as brook-water is, Or roses after evening rain. Her neck is like white melilote Flushing for pleasure of the sun, The throbbing of the linnet's throat Is not so sweet to look upon. As a pomegranate, cut in twain, White-seeded, is her crimson mouth, Her cheeks are as the fading stain Where the peach reddens to the south. O twining hands! O delicate White body made for love and pain! O House of love! O desolate Pale flower beaten by the rain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AVE MARIA GRATIA PLENA by OSCAR WILDE E TENEBRIS [FROM THE SHADOWS] by OSCAR WILDE EASTER DAY [IN ROME] by OSCAR WILDE FANTAISIES DECORATIVES: 2. LES BALLOONS by OSCAR WILDE IMPRESSION DU MATIN by OSCAR WILDE IMPRESSIONS: LA FUITE DE LA LUNE by OSCAR WILDE IMPRESSIONS: LES SILHOUETTES by OSCAR WILDE IN THE GOLD ROOM by OSCAR WILDE ON THE SALE BY AUCTION OF KEATS' LOVE LETTERS by OSCAR WILDE |
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