April 16 Oscar Wilde: Symphony in Yellow

I thought that this poem was about a book. But books don’t go across bridges (not without being carried) or dwarf their passersby. So, I went with the original dictionary definition of the word. There’s not much to say about Oscar Wilde’s poems; they speak for themselves (and I’d much rather read one than talk about it).

Symphony in Yellow

by Oscar Wilde

An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly,
And, here and there, a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.

Big barges full of yellow hay
Are moored against the shadowy wharf,
And, like a yellow silken scarf,
The thick fog hangs along the quay.

The yellow leaves begin to fade
And flutter from the Temple elms,
And at my feet the pale green Thames
Lies like a rod of rippled jade.

A small note: I do love how the ordinary is transformed (transcends) into the luxurious and exotic just by choosing the right adjectives (yellow, silken, Temple, pale green) and nouns (jade, butterfly, midge) which by themselves are also rather pale.

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About penneloppe

I like to write horror, dark fantasy and crime fiction. Sometimes, I'll write science fiction, but usually I like to write science fact. I also write screenplays and stage plays. My day job is office work. I live in Seattle and I have a cat.
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