La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente

Oscar Wilde wrote the Poem ” La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente” and The poem is invoked by the medieval tradition of courtly love.

Poem Text: La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente

My limbs are wasted with a flame,
My feet are sore with traveling,
For, calling on my Lady’s name,
My lips have now forgotten to sing.O Linnet in the wild-rose brake
Strain for my Love thy melody,
O Lark sing louder for love’s sake,
My gentle Lady passeth by. She is too fair for any man
To see or hold his heart’s delight,
Fairer than Queen or courtesan
Or moonlit water in the night. Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves,
(Green leaves upon her golden hair!)
Green grasses through the yellow sheaves
Of autumn corn are not fairer. Her little lips, more made to kiss
Than to cry bitterly for pain,
Are tremulous as brook-water is,
Or roses after evening rain. Her neck is like white melilote
Flushing for pleasure of the sun,
The throbbing of the linnet’s throat
Is not so sweet to look upon.As a pomegranate, cut in twain,
White-seeded is her crimson mouth,
Her cheeks are as the fading stain
Where the peach reddens to the south. O twining hands! O delicate
White body made for love and pain!
O House of love! O desolate
Pale flower beaten by the rain!

The Poet

Oscar Wilde needs no introduction for he is one of the literary geniuses that Literature had been blessed with.

La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente
Oscar Wilde

With a wide collection of contributions that he has left for the world, Wilde is immortal as his words continue to breathe on behalf of him.

La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente Review

Wilde writes this piece from the point of view of a lover who is in love with a beautiful lady. As his other love poems, this one too is heartfelt and touching. The lover says his lady is so beautiful, so pure and she has been so wonderfully crafted that a broken heart won’t suit her.

La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente
Oscar Wilde

Her love is to be cherished and she is to be held in strong arms that can keep her safe. Her red lips are to be kissed by a man who will shower all his love on her. However, she is too beautiful for any man. She is lovelier than the Queen and her courtesans. She deserves no pain, just love.

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