From Oscar Wilde to Lord Alfred Douglas, 1893: Tame by modern standards (though lyrically delicious), this is one of the letters that was used to prosecute Wilde on charges of obscenity. “My Own Boy, Your sonnet is quite lovely, and it is a marvel that those red-roseleaf 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 days. Why are you alone in London, and when do you go to Salisbury? Do go there to cool your hands in the grey twilight of Gothic things, and come here whenever you like. It is a lovely place and lacks only you; but go to Salisbury first. Always, with undying love, (via Flavorwire » Dirty Literary Love Letters Written by Famous Authors)
