The Ballad of Reading Jail is a silent witness to the violence of power, the looks sharp-eyed guards hidden in the shadows of the damp cold that emanates from the stone and you smangia bones, horror tried it, but it is also a testimony of love , the testimony and the prophecy of Jonah thrown up on the beach from the belly of the fish.
Wilde wrote a poem with the last breath of his art and his spirit broken, he wrote them as an exile, from survivor. The last stanza of this ballad is the last of his life. These verses go back a year and a half before his death and they were probably the only ones not written for the sake of himself, but for the sake of life. It was the highest poetry that he formed and is one of the most representative works of the nineteenth century.