Impressions Of America — Oscar Wilde

IMPRESSIONS.I.LE JARDIN. The lily’s withered chalice falls Around its rod of dusty gold, And from the beech trees on the wold The last wood-pigeon coos and calls. The gaudy leonine sunflower Hangs black and barren on its stalk, And down the windy garden walk The dead leaves scatter,--hour by hour. Pale privet-petals white as milk Are blown into a snowy mass; The roses lie upon the grass, Like little shreds of crimson silk.II.LA MER. A white mist drifts across the shrouds, A wild moon in this wintry sky Gleams like an angry lion’s eye Out of a mane of tawny clouds. The muffled steersman at the wheel Is but a shadow in the gloom;-- And in the throbbing engine room Leap the long rods of polished steel. The shattered storm has left its trace Upon this huge and heaving dome, For the thin threads of yellow foam Float on the waves like ravelled lace. Oscar Wilde.PREFACE.Oscar Wilde visited America in the year 1882. Interest in the ÆstheticSchool, of which he was already the acknowledged master, had sometimepreviously spread to the United States, and it is said that theproduction of the Gilbert and Sullivan opera, “Patience,”[1] in which heand his disciples were held up to ridicule, determined him to pay avisit to the States to give some lectures explaining what he meant byÆstheticism, hoping thereby to interest, and possibly to instruct andelevate our transatlantic cousins.He set sail on board the “Arizona” on Saturday, December 24th, 1881,arriving in New York early in the following year. On landing he wasbombarded by journalists eager to interview the distinguished stranger.“Punch,” in its issue of January 14th, in a happy vein, parodied theseinterviewers, the most amusing passage in which referred to “HisGlorious Past,” wherein Wilde was made to say, “Precisely--I took theNewdigate. Oh! no doubt, every year some man gets the Newdigate; but notevery year does Newdigate get an Oscar.”At Omaha, where, under the auspices of the Social Art Club, Wildedelivered a lecture on “Decorative Art,” he described his impressionsof many American houses as being “illy designed, decorated shabbily, andin bad taste, filled with furniture that was not honestly made, and wasout of character.” This statement gave rise to the following verses:-- What a shame and what a pity, In the streets of London City Mr. Wilde is seen no more. Far from Piccadilly banished, He to Omaha has vanished. Horrid place, which swells ignore. On his back a coat he beareth, Such as Sir John Bennet weareth, Made of velvet--strange array! Legs Apollo might have sighed for, Or great Hercules have died for, His knee breeches now display. Waving sunflower and lily, He calls all the houses “illy Decorated and designed.” For of taste they’ve not a tittle; They may chew and they may whittle; But they’re all born colour-blind!His lectures dealt almost exclusively with the subjects of Art and DressReform. In the course of one lecture he remarked that the mostimpressive room he had yet entered in America was the one in Camden Townwhere he met Walt Whitman. It contained plenty of fresh air andsunlight. On the table was a simple cruse of water. This led to aparody, in the style of Whitman, describing an imaginary interviewbetween the two poets, which appeared in “The Century” a few monthslater. Wilde is called Narcissus and Whitman Paumanokides. Paumanokides:-- Who may this be? This young man clad unusually with loose locks, languorous, glidingly toward me advancing, Toward the ceiling of my chamber his orbic and expressive eyeballs uprolling,and so on, to which Narcissus replies, O clarion, from whose brazen throat, Strange sounds across the seas are blown, Where England, girt as with a moat, A strong sea-lion sits alone!