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The poem 'Easter Day', by Oscar Wilde, is an elaborate description of the celebration of the festival. Oscar Wills Wilde was an Irish playwright and poet. Though he was unconventional and was involved in many non-Christian practices, including homosexuality, his poem on Ester Day has been written wonderfully. He has used decorative terms in describing the grandeur of Easter celebrations. Oscar Wilde had a great sense of aesthetics and was a good critic as well. His skill of great aesthetics can be seen in the poem too. He describes the Pope as a Holy Lord in Rome. Go through this Easter poem and see the celebrations through the eyes of the poet.
Easter Day
The silver trumpets rang across the Dome:
The people knelt upon the ground with awe:
And borne upon the necks of men I saw,
Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome.
Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam,
And, king-like, swathed himself in royal red,
Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head:
In splendor and in light the Pope passed home.
My heart stole back across wide wastes of years
To One who wandered by a lonely sea,
And sought in vain for any place of rest:
'Foxes have holes and every bird its nest.
I, only I, must wander wearily,
And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears.
