The Young King, by Oscar Wilde 🌿🖋📖

“The Young King” by Oscar Wilde is one of the most luminous tales from A House of Pomegranates (1891), blending aesthetic beauty with deep moral reflection. In this introduction, you’ll find a clear, reader‑friendly overview of the story’s themes, symbolism, and narrative arc — followed by the original English text and Enzo Martinelli’s translation in Italian of the short story.

Wilde’s tale follows a sixteen‑year‑old boy raised in poverty who suddenly discovers he is heir to the throne. On the eve of his coronation, he confronts three haunting visions that reveal the suffering behind the luxurious robe, crown, and sceptre prepared for him. These dreams transform his understanding of beauty, power, and compassion, leading to one of Wilde’s most striking moral reversals. Continue reading The Young King, by Oscar Wilde 🌿🖋📖

The House of Judgement, by Oscar Wilde 🌿🖋📖

Oscar Wilde, celebrated for his wit and aesthetic sensibility, is best known for The Picture of Dorian Gray and his brilliant plays, yet his Poems in Prose reveal a deeper, more contemplative facet of his artistry. Written in the 1890s, these short, symbolist-inflected parables blend biblical cadence with allegorical sharpness, exploring themes of beauty, morality, compassion, and judgment. Though less known than his epigrams or … Continue reading The House of Judgement, by Oscar Wilde 🌿🖋📖

The Master, by Oscar Wilde 🌿🖋📖

The Disciple – Oscar Wilde – Poems in Prose – 1894 – translated from English 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 into Spanish 🇪🇸 and Italian 🇮🇹 by Enzo Martinelli © 2025 Enzo Martinelli Now when the darkness came over the earth Joseph of Arimathea, having lighted a torch of pinewood, passed down from the hill into the valley. For he had business in his own home.And kneeling on the … Continue reading The Master, by Oscar Wilde 🌿🖋📖

The Disciple, by Oscar Wilde 🌿🖋📖

Oscar Wilde’s prose poem The Disciple, from his 1894 collection Poems in Prose, is one of his most compact and philosophically piercing works. In a mere handful of lines, Wilde inverts the relationship between beauty and the beholder: when the nymphs mourn Narcissus by the pool, they reveal that they wept not for him, but for themselves — for the reflection of their own beauty they once glimpsed in his eyes. Wilde distills here the paradox of admiration: the admirer, too, is seeking a mirror.
This post presents the original English text alongside an Italian translation (Il Discepolo) and a Spanish translation (El Discípulo), offering readers a trilingual encounter with Wilde’s ironic lyricism. Whether you come to Wilde through his plays, his fairy tales, or his aphorisms, these prose poems reveal a writer at his most elliptical and most profound. Continue reading The Disciple, by Oscar Wilde 🌿🖋📖

There is only one thing in life …, by Oscar Wilde

🇬🇧 There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about. Oscar Wilde 🇮🇹 C’è solo una cosa nella vita peggiore del fatto che si parli di noi ed è che nessuni parli di noi. Oscar Wilde 🇪🇸 Solo hay una cosa en la vida peor que el hecho de que se hable de nosotros y … Continue reading There is only one thing in life …, by Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde ✒️📜🇬🇧

Oscar Wilde, the inimitable wit, flamboyant playwright, and master of the epigram, was born on October 16, 1854. On this auspicious occasion, it is compelling to delve into his literary legacy, particularly focusing on his collection of aphorisms and shorter fiction. Wilde’s contribution to literature extends far beyond his famous plays and novels, and it’s these lesser-known gems that we aim to explore in this … Continue reading Oscar Wilde ✒️📜🇬🇧

True friends, by Oscar Wilde

🇬🇧 True friends stab you in the front – Oscar Wilde 🇪🇸 Los verdaderos amigos te apuñalan por delante – Oscar Wilde 🇮🇹 I veri amici ti pugnalano davanti – Oscar Wilde 🇫🇷 De vrais amis vous poignarder à l’avant – Oscar Wilde. 🇵🇹 Amigos de verdade te esfaqueiam na frente – Oscar Wilde You can follow me also on my other social media channels: … Continue reading True friends, by Oscar Wilde