tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407624264627208128.post7688506242663719043..comments2024-01-26T21:38:25.924-08:00Comments on Duane's PoeTree: Joanna Boring writesDuanesPoeTreehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053093400086634552noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407624264627208128.post-84896160427461117992015-08-23T04:05:09.068-07:002015-08-23T04:05:09.068-07:00Awesome :)
Awesome :) <br />joannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07328171263824870881noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407624264627208128.post-89724265366176400592015-08-09T06:12:44.289-07:002015-08-09T06:12:44.289-07:00Joanna laments a love gone wrong. This is certainl...Joanna laments a love gone wrong. This is certainly a very common theme in poetry. In 1898, after his career was destroyed by his imprisonment for homosexual activity, Oscar Wilde (writing under his prison ID number C.3-3) published "The Ballad of Reading Gaol." I will not reprint the entire long poem here, but here are some relevant verses:<br /><br />Yet each man kills the thing he loves<br /> By each let this be heard,<br />Some do it with a bitter look,<br /> Some with a flattering word,<br />The coward does it with a kiss,<br /> The brave man with a sword!<br /><br />Some kill their love when they are young,<br /> And some when they are old;<br />Some strangle with the hands of Lust,<br /> Some with the hands of Gold:<br />The kindest use a knife, because<br /> The dead so soon grow cold.<br /><br />Some love too little, some too long,<br /> Some sell, and others buy;<br />Some do the deed with many tears,<br /> And some without a sigh:<br />For each man kills the thing he loves,<br /> Yet each man does not die.DuanesPoeTreehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17053093400086634552noreply@blogger.com