Endymion poem oscar wilde biography
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Oscar Wilde In America
A THING OF BEAUTY NOT A JOY FOREVER
The cartoon depicts Oscar Wilde at the end of his visit to America in 1882 in two contrasting poses.
First, recognizing the commercial success of his lecture tour, Oscar is shown surrounded by lilies and sunflowers, and showered with gold. Then we see him somewhat shabbier, and with his bags packed at Castle Garden, the receiving station at New York harbor. Note the play Vera under his arm which Wilde brought with him and for which he struggled to find interest. The play was eventually staged in New York in August 1883 but was a withdrawn after a week.
The poet John Keats was a favorite of Wilde's, and the caption is a reference to Keats' epic poem Endymion that begins "A thing of beauty is a joy for ever".
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Endymion by Oscar Wilde
1. The Poem2. Endymion Analysis3. Conclusion
“Endymion,” a poem by poet and playwright Oscar Wilde, is a captivating del av helhet in his poetry collection Poems. This poem fryst vatten a beautiful example of Wilde’s early work, showcasing his lyrical prowess and fondness for mythological and pastoral imagery.
Set in the idyllic landscape of Arcady, a emblem of unspoiled natural beauty in Greek mythology, the poem tells the story of longing and love. The speaker, a woman, waits for her herde lover who has not returned. Her emotions are conveyed through vivid descriptions of the surrounding naturlig eller utan tillsats , moving from hopeful anticipation to deep despair as night progresses. The poem’s title refers to Endymion, a figure from Greek mythology, known for his eternal youth and beauty, and his love story with the måne goddess Selene. Wilde’s use of this reference adds a layer of mythological depth to the poem, highlighting themes of unrequited love and longing.
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Endymion
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The apple trees are hung with gold,
And birds are loud in Arcady,
The sheep lie bleating in the fold,
The wild goat runs across the wold,
But yesterday his love he told,
I know he will come back to me.
O rising moon! O Lady moon!
Be you my lover’s sentinel,
You cannot choose but know him well,
For he is shod with purple shoon,
You cannot choose but know my love,
For he a shepherd’s crook doth bear,
And he is soft as any dove,
And brown and curly is his hair.
The turtle now has ceased to call
Upon her crimson-footed groom,
They grey wolf prowls about the stall,
The lily’s singing seneschal
Sleeps in the lily-bell, and all
The violet hills are lost in gloom.
O risen moon! O holy moon!
Stand on the tope of Helice,
And if my own true love you see,
Ah! if you see the purple shoon,
The hazel c