In his poem My voice, Oscar Wilde takes the time to tell us more about the pleasures of love and how things can turn for the worse. When looking closely at this poem, you might consider it a goodbye to the love that once was.
Oh, what a great way to start a poem! First Wilde tells us how wonderful this love is (in the first stanza). When reading on, we realize that this wonderful feeling wasn’t something that would last. It’s relatable for everyone who had to go through this period of realization that once was wonderful is nothing more than a ruin. A ruin that happens to raise the curtains of the bed these lovers shared or once shared.
In a way, this poem tells us the story of what he once cherished and now seems rotten. It seems like a mild way to say goodbye to the love. But there is more to tell…
This poem cannot be seen as a solitary poem. You should read the poem Her voice as well. This poem will be analyzed in a few weeks. If you are interested in writing your own analysis of Her voice, contact us for more information!
So, why do we feature this poem first? This is because this poem is written from the point of view of a man. Not that we are in favor of that. Still, Wilde was a man, who went through some troublesome times in his life.