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 🌿🖋📖