To My Wife

With a Copy of My Poems

I can write no stately proem
As a prelude to my lay;
From a poet to a poem
I would dare to say.

For if of these fallen petals
One to you seem fair,
Love will waft it till it settles
On your hair.

And when wind and winter harden
All the loveless land,
It will whisper of the garden,
You will understand.

by Oscar Wilde

Comments (5)

I thought the last verse of this poem was this: And there is nothing left to do But to kiss once again, and part, Nay, there is nothing we should rue, I have my beauty, -you your Art, Nay, do not start, One world was not enough for two Like me and you ...because I found it here: http: //www.love-poems.me.uk/wilde_to_my_wife.htm but it seems the verse actually belongs to his poem: Her Voice: https: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-voice/ Whichever poem it belongs to, I think it is beautiful, and loving.
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You left our the last, and most meaningful, verse: And there is nothing left to do But to kiss once again, and part, Nay, there is nothing we should rue, I have my beauty, -you your Art, Nay, do not start, One world was not enough for two Like me and you.
This poems about said it all I guess because some thinks their married gives them license to hurt who they will. If they are so hip on being married keep their minds and privates in there pants. They look like fools in front of the High Supreme remember that always.
i would never of believed oscar wilde wrote this.... i do not doubt it but it is missing his flair, compassion and any stretch of his imagination...it is almost as if he cared enough to send but not enough to raise any hope of joy, i know nothing but im guessing she had became pretty resigned which would of only cooled her emotional side...she no doubt loved him but this letter poem speaks volumes if compared to the enthusiasm and emotions written to lord alfred.....