Wilde wrote so much on the subject of suffering and rebirth that this series could go on forever. (Sadly, it won’t. The final installment comes next week). For those interested, the full account of Wilde’s prison writings can be found here. For an academic summary of the tenor of this series click here.
“I have told you this account of the mode of my being conveyed here simply that you should realise how hard it has been for me to get anything out of my punishment but bitterness and despair. I have however to do it, and now and then I have moments of submission and acceptance.
All the spring may be hidden in a single bud, and low the ground-nest of the lark may hold the joy that is to herald the feet of many rose-red dawns, and so perhaps whatever beauty of life still remains to me is contained in some moment of surrender, abasement and humiliation. I can, at any rate, merely proceed on the lines of my own development, and by accepting all that has happened to me make myself worthy of it.”
For the concluding post in this series, go here.