In the Gold Room – A Harmony: Oscar Wilde


Here’s one of Wilde’s exquisite poems. He knew for sure how to excite the senses.

Her ivory hands on the ivory keys
Strayed in a fitful fantasy,
Like the silver gleam when the poplar trees
Rustle their pale-leaves listlessly,
Or the drifting foam of a restless sea
When the waves show their teeth in the flying breeze.

Her gold hair fell on the wall of gold
Like the delicate gossamer tangles spun
On the burnished disk of the marigold,
Or the sunflower turning to meet the sun
When the gloom of the dark blue night is done,
And the spear of the lily is aureoled.

And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine
Burned like the ruby fire set
In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine,
Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate,
Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet
With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.

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Goblin Market: Book Review


Goblin Market rightfully claims a place among the most sensual and delightful poems of the English canon. Mouth-watering, sexual and erotic in its nature and with luscious, sugary juices cloying its every verse, it is an exquisite work of art.

Morning and evening
Maids heard the goblins cry:
“Come buy our orchard fruits,
Come buy, come buy:
Apples and quinces,
Lemons and oranges,
Plump unpeck’d cherries,
Melons and raspberries,
Bloom-down-cheek’d peaches,
Swart-headed mulberries,
Wild free-born cranberries,
Crab-apples, dewberries,
Pine-apples, blackberries,
Apricots, strawberries;—
All ripe together
In summer weather,—
Morns that pass by,
Fair eves that fly;
Come buy, come buy:
Our grapes fresh from the vine,
Pomegranates full and fine,
Dates and sharp bullaces,
Rare pears and greengages,
Damsons and bilberries,
Taste them and try:
Currants and gooseberries,
Bright-fire-like barberries,
Figs to fill your mouth,
Citrons from the South,
Sweet to tongue and sound to eye;
Come buy, come buy.”


I was drenched in pleasure while reading it. Rossetti makes it really elusive to bring its meaning to the light. Various interpretations can be presented on the table. Is it a feminist tale about homosexual politics? Is it about feminine sexuality (Eve, the forbidden fruit, temptation) and its relation to Victotian morality? A feminist fantasy? Is the poem about addiction? Is it about sisterly love and sacrifice as Lizzie assumes a Christ-like role with a line that reselmbles the Holy Communion, “Eat me, drink me, love me.”?

It might be all these and even much more. It’s exactly these multiple layers, this elusiveness, the poem’s dreamy quality and the delight that permeates the reader through every verse that make Goblin Market timeless and a delectation to mind, heart and soul.