Sunday, January 09, 2011

My Voice

"The Kiss" by Gustave Klimt ( 1862-1918)

Within this restless, hurried, modern world
  We took our hearts’ full pleasure—You and I,
And now the white sails of our ship are furled,
  And spent the lading of our argosy.

Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,
  For very weeping is my gladness fled,
Sorrow hath paled my lip’s vermilion,
  And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.

But all this crowded life has been to thee
  No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell
Of viols, or the music of the sea
  That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell.

- Oscar Wilde

Notes: Oscar Wilde wrote " My voice" after penning "Her Voice". Together the two pieces form a kind of dialogue and provide two perspectives on the same situation. Read an interesting analysis here:

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