“Experience is simply the name we give to our mistakes. » (Oscar Wilde) Just starting out in the world, this phrase can be a little confusing to the average student. Especially in the rigorous social norms of the Victorian era. But if this sentence was spoken at the end of his life, towards his fall, the betrayal of his fans, the loss of a wife and a lover, his inevitable imprisonment; it would make a lot more sense to this troubled man. As an aesthetic, Wilde used his endless wit to satirize the Victorian era through his plays and novels. But he showed a softer, more morose side to his poetry. A predominant theme in his verse was the death of others. Not necessarily his loved ones, but just the idea of ​​death in general. He explores the realm of the afterlife through “The Ballad Of Reading Gaol” and “Requiescat,” using personal experience and loss to fuel these rhymes. In this thesis, I intend to prove that Wilde was not only a genius playwright and the sharpest pencil in the box; but also a solitary poet at heart. Romanticism and aesthetics are two sides of the same coin....