John Clare

(13 July 1793 – 20 May 1864 / Northamptonshire / England)

John Clare Poems

1. A Vision 4/13/2010
2. A World For Love 4/13/2010
3. All Nature Has A Feeling 1/3/2003
4. An Invite, To Eternity 1/3/2003
5. Approaching Night 4/13/2010
6. Autumn 1/3/2003
7. Autumn Birds 1/3/2003
8. Badger 1/3/2003
9. Ballad 4/13/2010
10. Bantry Bay 4/13/2010
11. Birds In Alarm 4/13/2010
12. Bonny Lassie O! 4/13/2010
13. Bonny Mary O! 4/13/2010
14. Braggart 4/13/2010
15. Christmas 1/3/2003
16. Christmass 1/13/2003
17. Clock-O'-Clay 1/3/2003
18. Country Letter 4/13/2010
19. Death 4/13/2010
20. Decay 4/13/2010
21. December 4/13/2010
22. Dewdrops 4/13/2010
23. Distant Hills 4/13/2010
24. Dyke Side 4/13/2010
25. Early Nightingale 1/3/2003
26. Early Spring 4/13/2010
27. Earth's Eternity 4/13/2010
28. Emmonsail's Heath In Winter 1/3/2003
29. Evening 1/3/2003
30. Evening Primrose 1/3/2003
31. Farewell 1/3/2003
32. Farewell And Defiance To Love 4/13/2010
33. Farm Breakfast 4/13/2010
34. Farmer's Boy 4/13/2010
35. Field Path 4/13/2010
36. First Love 1/3/2003
37. Firwood 4/13/2010
38. Fragment 4/13/2010
39. From 4/13/2010
40. From The Parish: A Satire 4/13/2010
Best Poem of John Clare

I Am

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
And e'en the dearest--that I loved the best--
Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man has never ...

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June

'Now summer is in flower and natures hum
Is never silent round her sultry bloom
Insects as small as dust are never done
Wi' glittering dance and reeling in the sun
And green wood fly and blossom haunting bee
Are never weary of their melody
Round field hedge now flowers in full glory twine
Large bindweed bells wild hop and streakd woodbine
That lift athirst their slender throated flowers

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