Oscar Wilde (Irish Poet)To Lord Alfred Douglas, While being on trial for his relationship with men. “My Own Boy, Your sonnet is quite lovely, and it is a marvel that those red rose-leaf lips of yours should be made no less for the madness of music and song than for the madness of kissing. Your slim gilt soul walks between passion and poetry. I know Hyacinthus, whom Apollo loved so madly, was you in Greek day. ”
