· This poem “O’ perfumed dung” is about a person’s agony in knowing that love is true but cannot be had.
· Read how frustrating it is to know something but have it refused as truth.
· Oscar Wilde said once that dreamers have to pay for their dreams in that they “see the dawn” before the rest of the world, but have to “walk through the dark”.
· Here’s the poem:
O’ perfumed dung
Claudio Milo
Not a worse than true love unrequited.
How confusing it is to know!
For there be truth without one sighted;
There be the sun on a leaf without a shoot to grow.
One becomes squeezed in the tightened fix
By his own mine-deep feelings of the real,
Squashed between the corners of his red fence, no kicks
For help is not needed. He’s in the right place; - he feels –
His half is designated to his left chest
But only a phantom presence presides
In every spot – his blind one too – without a breathing rest,
To the unreal reel of eternal love, he abides:
An unfair frustration for his love’s dead tongue,
A bad in a good love, full o’ perfumed dung.