Oscar Wilde – Speak gently she can hear the daisies grow

22 Feb

Today I’ll share with you a poem I recently stumbled upon and loved very much: Requiescat by Oscar Wilde. I particularly loved the first stanza and the last one, and the rest in between.

The Birch Tree (1967), by Ante Babaja

Tread lightly, she is near

Under the snow,

Speak gently, she can hear

The daisies grow.


All her bright golden hair

Tarnished with rust,

She that was young and fair

Fallen to dust.


Lily-like, white as snow,

She hardly knew

She was a woman, so

Sweetly she grew.


Coffin-board, heavy stone,

Lie on her breast,

I vex my heart alone,

She is at rest.


Peace, peace, she cannot hear

Lyre or sonnet,

All my life’s buried here,

Heap earth upon it.

2 Responses to “Oscar Wilde – Speak gently she can hear the daisies grow”

  1. Lautreamont 22nd Feb 2018 at 8:46 pm #

    Never seen that before. I do love death poems! I like graveyards too. Near where I live there are a couple of really good ones. I used to love some of those Japanese death haikus too. In Euripides’ Alcestias as she is dying and Admetus in an agony of grief begs her to stay she whispers to him as follows:

    “I see the fateful bark, I see the oar
    I hear the ferryman on Hades’ shore.
    Impatiently he cries: “I cannot stay;
    All’s ready; come, descend, make no delay”

    Cool uh?

    As always its a pleasure to read your posts. Best A.


    • Byron's Muse 22nd Feb 2018 at 10:00 pm #

      I visit graveyards often, such a quiet, lovely place to be! Ha ha. “All’s ready; come, descend, make no delay.” – cool indeed! Thanks for sharing it, never read it before.


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