Who is on the plum tree?
Oscar Fingal O’Flaherty Wills Wilde was an infamous Irish wit and poet who became one of London’s most popular and celebrated of playwrights. Born in Dublin, in 1854, he was the son of Anglo-Irish, aristocratic parents.
Oscar inherited his propensity for social suavity from his mother. Never short of a quip, Oscar’s witticisms are still a source of humour and delight.
Remember…”A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. ”
“Always forgive your enemies – nothing annoys them so much.”
“The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it… I can resist everything but temptation.”
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
What is Wilde in you?
I wonder at stars,
fixed and constant in celestial orbit
looking to ancient lore for sense-making of now
Geometric patterns in relationship,
or so ancients say.
Can glittering pin-pricked mantle of deep blue mother night
exact a toll, help or hinder movements,
push, pull, block, cross?
Why put our faith in stars?
The twinkling echoes of millions of years ago?
(c) 2012 Niamh Clune