from Oscar Wİlde

Yet each man kills the thing he lovesBy each let this be heard,Some do it with a bitter look,Some with a flattering word,The coward does it with a kiss,The brave man with a sword!Some kill their love when they are young,And some when they are old;Some strangle with the hands of Lust,Some with the hands of Gold:The kindest use a knife, becauseThe dead so soon grow cold.Some love too little, some too long,Some sell, and others buy;Some do the deed with many tears,And some without a sigh:For each man kills the thing he loves,Yet each man does not die.He does not die a death of shameOn a day of dark disgrace,Nor have a noose about his neck,Nor a cloth upon his face,Nor drop feet foremost through the floorInto an empty placeOscar Wilde

You need to be a member of MyEnglishClub to add comments!

Join MyEnglishClub

Comments

dayana2 February 24, 2010 23:08

hi
coshkun
between the brave and others deep gap. when we lose this kind of poeple from our life the evil growing up and the devil controled .
i hope you dont meet any cheating ,
dayana2 January 13, 2010 12:49

hi
. its so difficult to me i am heardly get by. but i will not giving up . i should go on with your blog it s amazing . i interesting with this meanings .

thank you
coşkun January 10, 2010 12:44

Hello Forget-me- Not
Thank you for your Comment This is part of The Ballad Of Reading Goal and witten after his release from Reading Gaol . I like this poem wery much. I am glad that you liked it. Take care yourself , have a nice day
Forget-me-Not January 10, 2010 10:03

Hello coskun,

Thanks for sharing this nice work from Oscar Wilde. I didn't know this one, at least in english.
Have a nice day,
Forget=me-not
Forget=

This reply was deleted.