Verona, the city that is for always linked to Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare. It inspired many, including no other than Oscar Wilde. This is his poem At Verona
About At Verona
We find ourselfs in this city that inspired so many. Wilde takes us along a tour with a deeper meaning, through the old city.
How steep the stairs within King’s houses are
For exile-wearied feet as mine to tread,
And O how salt and bitter is the bread
Which falls from this Hound’s table, – better far
That I had died in the red ways of war,
Or that the gate of Florence bare my head,
Than to live thus, by all things comraded
Which seek the essence of my soul to mar.
‘Curse God and die: what better hope than this?
He hath forgotten thee in all the bliss
Of his gold city, and eternal day’ –
Nay peace: behind my prison’s blinded bars
I do possess what none can take away,
My love and all the glory of the stars.