The Teacher of Wisdom. Poems of Oscar Wilde

Par : Oscar Wilde
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  • FormatMulti-format
  • ISBN978-2-38626-039-1
  • EAN9782386260391
  • Date de parution20/02/2024
  • Protection num.NC
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  • ÉditeurHuman and Literature Publishing

Résumé

From his childhood he had been as one filled with the perfect knowledge of God, and even while he was yet but a lad many of the saints, as well as certain holy women who dwelt in the free city of his birth, had been stirred to much wonder by the grave wisdom of his answers. And when his parents had given him the robe and the ring of manhood he kissed them, and left them and went out into the world, that he might speak to the world about God.
For there were at that time many in the world who either knew not God at all, or had but an incomplete knowledge of Him, or worshipped the false gods who dwell in groves and have no care of their worshippers. And he set his face to the sun and journeyed, walking without sandals, as he had seen the saints walk, and carrying at his girdle a leathern wallet and a little water-bottle of burnt clay. And as he walked along the highway he was full of the joy that comes from the perfect knowledge of God, and he sang praises unto God without ceasing; and after a time he reached a strange land in which there were many cities.
From his childhood he had been as one filled with the perfect knowledge of God, and even while he was yet but a lad many of the saints, as well as certain holy women who dwelt in the free city of his birth, had been stirred to much wonder by the grave wisdom of his answers. And when his parents had given him the robe and the ring of manhood he kissed them, and left them and went out into the world, that he might speak to the world about God.
For there were at that time many in the world who either knew not God at all, or had but an incomplete knowledge of Him, or worshipped the false gods who dwell in groves and have no care of their worshippers. And he set his face to the sun and journeyed, walking without sandals, as he had seen the saints walk, and carrying at his girdle a leathern wallet and a little water-bottle of burnt clay. And as he walked along the highway he was full of the joy that comes from the perfect knowledge of God, and he sang praises unto God without ceasing; and after a time he reached a strange land in which there were many cities.
Oscar Wilde
Oscar Wilde est né à Dublin, en Irlande. Son père est chirurgien, sa mère est poétesse et traductrice d'auteurs français (Dumas et Lamartine). Il fait ses études au Trinity College de Dublin puis à Oxford, en Angleterre. Grâce à son élégance et à sa vivacité d'esprit, il devient vite un auteur très apprécié en Grande-Bretagne, mais aussi en France où il est salué par les milieux littéraires. Ses poésies, ses contes, ses histoires, son roman ("Le Portrait de Dorian Gray") et ses pièces de théâtre - dont l'une "Salomé" est écrite en français, est créée par Sarah Bernhardt - assurent son succès. Il est alors reconnu comme le chef de file de ce que l'on a appelé "le culte esthétique" : extrême raffinement, amour exclusif des belles choses, attitude détachée. Mais sa vie bascule en 1895 ; lorsqu'il est condamné à deux ans de travaux forcés dans une Angleterre victorienne très puritaine. Refusant de fuir, il purge sa peine et sort brisé du bagne. Il est désormais un homme ruiné, exclu de la société. Il finit misérablement sa vie à Paris où il meurt le 30 novembre 1900, à 46 ans d'une méningite. Ses derniers mots, dans une chambre d'hôtel au décor miteux (hôtel d'Alsace, 13, rue des Beaux-Arts à Paris) auraient été : "Ou c'est ce papier peint qui disparaît, ou c'est moi".
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