1900 a few years dampened by the northern wind
Poetry splashes on his notebooks ; art for art sakes
The Picture of Dorian Gray wakes beauty in existentialists holes
And a feeling, hooked on his shallow heart

It is not the elegant cruelty of these passing beauties that he ‘ll adore
But the gold in the eye of a man like yourself
Salome is written from parisian cafés
Where patient beverages pour on the foreheads of travellers

Biblical prohibition inhibits his softest dreams
The Importance of Being Earnest told me
That drama is the purest art ever
A rainbow of untold songs and satine replicas

The Ballad of Reading Gaol — written in jail
His memorial is in Merriol square
Let’s go on a summerday, bring him a bouquet of acanthus
To the next mystery that art hides in his dreams