I found this old book at a second-hand book store last week. There is no publication date but it looks old. I dropped what I was reading at the time and started reading this one.
I must admit, I loved The Ballad of Reading Gaol poem which is the first and the longest in this book. It kind of spoke to me. Later on, I learnt that Oscar Wilde actually wrote it when he was imprisoned. It’s so dark and honest which makes it so real. However, I can’t say much about other poems in this book.
My favourite part from The Ballad of Reading Gaol and Other Poems:
And all men kill the thing they love,
By all let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with 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, because
The 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.