Lord Alfred Douglas Comments (6)
26 Oct 2019 01:14
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09 Nov 2017 09:10
Where is his most famous poem - 'In Excelsis'?
27 May 2015 08:35
Two Loves by Lord Alfred Douglas I dreamed I stood upon a little hill, And at my feet there lay a ground, that seemed Like a waste garden, flowering at its will With buds and blossoms. There were pools that dreamed Black and unruffled; there were white lilies A few, and crocuses, and violets Purple or pale, snake-like fritillaries Scarce seen for the rank grass, and through green nets Blue eyes of shy peryenche winked in the sun. And there were curious flowers, before unknown, Flowers that were stained with moonlight, or with shades Of Nature's willful moods; and here a one That had drunk in the transitory tone Of one brief moment in a sunset; blades Of grass that in an hundred springs had been Slowly but exquisitely nurtured by the stars, And watered with the scented dew long cupped In lilies, that for rays of sun had seen Only God's glory, for never a sunrise mars The luminous air of Heaven. Beyond, abrupt, A grey stone wall. o'ergrown with velvet moss Uprose; and gazing I stood long, all mazed To see a place so strange, so sweet, so fair. And as I stood and marvelled, lo! across The garden came a youth; one hand he raised To shield him from the sun, his wind-tossed hair Was twined with flowers, and in his hand he bore A purple bunch of bursting grapes, his eyes Were clear as crystal, naked all was he, White as the snow on pathless mountains frore, Red were his lips as red wine-spilith that dyes A marble floor, his brow chalcedony. And he came near me, with his lips uncurled And kind, and caught my hand and kissed my mouth, And gave me grapes to eat, and said, 'Sweet friend, Come I will show thee shadows of the world And images of life. See from the South Comes the pale pageant that hath never an end.' And lo! within the garden of my dream I saw two walking on a shining plain Of golden light. The one did joyous seem And fair and blooming, and a sweet refrain Came from his lips; he sang of pretty maids And joyous love of comely girl and boy, His eyes were bright, and 'mid the dancing blades Of golden grass his feet did trip for joy; And in his hand he held an ivory lute With strings of gold that were as maidens' hair, And sang with voice as tuneful as a flute, And round his neck three chains of roses were. But he that was his comrade walked aside; He was full sad and sweet, and his large eyes Were strange with wondrous brightness, staring wide With gazing; and he sighed with many sighs That moved me, and his cheeks were wan and white Like pallid lilies, and his lips were red Like poppies, and his hands he clenched tight, And yet again unclenched, and his head Was wreathed with moon-flowers pale as lips of death. A purple robe he wore, o'erwrought in gold With the device of a great snake, whose breath Was fiery flame: which when I did behold I fell a-weeping, and I cried, 'Sweet youth, Tell me why, sad and sighing, thou dost rove These pleasent realms? I pray thee speak me sooth What is thy name? ' He said, 'My name is Love.' Then straight the first did turn himself to me And cried, 'He lieth, for his name is Shame, But I am Love, and I was wont to be Alone in this fair garden, till he came Unasked by night; I am true Love, I fill The hearts of boy and girl with mutual flame.' Then sighing, said the other, 'Have thy will, I am the love that dare not speak its name.' (This poem is in the public domain.)
29 Nov 2011 06:23
I must admit that even in death, I find Lord Alfred Douglas obnoxious.I admit that as a boy he was pretty but I've seen prettier and known nicer natured examples. It's a pity Oscar Wilde didn't look around a bit. Douglas was a shallow pretty boy of whom I think it may be said, that the beauty of the outside was not matched the putrid nature of the interior. Hard words perhaps but they are needed, just as a good smack across the bottom was needed both during his growing up and several more times in his middle age.You can easily see the 'quality 'of the brand. He became as vile as his drunken father. As for his poetry, well, perhaps I am no judge here because I do not have a strong feel for poetry, but I think I can respect talent, it does ring some kind of bell and I don't hear any bells when I read Douglas. It is interesting that even the Internet site 'Find a Grave' contains more than one negative entry about this vicious little man and that's very unusual. The only thing that does not surprise me about this creature is his 'finding religion'. In a funny sort of way I think that adds up, it goes with his self centered nature. No let him go, he isn't worth the paper his biography is printed on.
18 Apr 2009 06:07
I noticed that 'Two Loves', the poem used as evidence in Oscar Wilde's trial isn't on here. Could anybody add it? I'm not sure how the system works when it comes to adding poems by famous poets.
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