On The Sale By Auction Of Keats’ Love Letters:
To one he loved in secret, and apart.
And now the brawlers of the auction mart
Bargain and bid for each poor blotted note,
Ay! for each separate pulse of passion quote
The merchant’s price. I think they love not art
Who break the crystal of a poet’s heart
That small and sickly eyes may glare and gloat.Is it not said that many years ago,
In a far Eastern town, some soldiers ran
With torches through the midnight, and began
To wrangle for mean raiment, and to throw
Dice for the garments of a wretched man,
Not knowing the God’s wonder or His woe?
Oscar Wilde, a playwright, a novelist, an essayist, a poet and a writer of short stories like ‘ The Selfish Giant ‘ and ‘ The Happy Prince ‘, is celebrated throughout the world for his works and his respect towards all that is living and breathing.
He had a lot of compassion towards his contemporary writers and that is evident from some of the poems he wrote for them.
On The Sale By Auction Of Keats’ Love Letters Review
The poem is about a few love letters that were put on sale in an auction. Wilde is disheartened about this. The beautiful words from a man to his lady is being put a price tag on.
The parched papers which had witnessed the deepest feelings of the lover writing it and also that of the other reading it is now on sale.
The people put a price on priceless emotions, the value of which these wretched minds did not fathom. They have no compassion towards the love two souls shared but only towards the money that was going to earn.