John Clare (13 July 1793 – 20 May 1864 / Northamptonshire / England)
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Poems by John Clare : 3 / 170
All nature has a feeling
All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks
Are life eternal: and in silence they
Speak happiness beyond the reach of books;
There's nothing mortal in them; their decay
Is the green life of change; to pass away
And come again in blooms revivified.
Its birth was heaven, eternal it its stay,
And with the sun and moon shall still abide
Beneath their day and night and heaven wide.
John Clare
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Read poems about / on: happiness, birth, change, heaven, silence, nature, moon, green, sun, night, life
Poems by John Clare : 3 / 170
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well done! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Clare This poem gives me a sense of appreciation towards nature :)
this poem adds life to nature, so little in lines, so vast in expression..
there's a mistake - 'Its birth was heaven, eternal IS its stay'
there's a mistake - 'Its birth was heaven, eternal IS its stay'
A well written poem is in the eyes of the reader... well done: -)
This is not one of Clare's best poems. He is much better when describing nature in detail rather than trying to be Wordsworthian and philosophizing. Some of these descriptions, like 'Little Trotty Wagtail', for example are delightful, humorous and exact.
His praise of Nature is really overwhelming the heart!
The beauty of nature, its glory untold.
Its birth and death, goes on and on.
Unending life, not just like man.
Thanks John, you brought the work of nature into my life tonight.
Anyone recognize this gem?
our years seem darkened to a church for you
in which your face alone shines through
the air is thick with the remembered scent of you
Is it 'flowery, cloudy (sic) nonsense'?
Flowery, cloudy, nonsense. Clare can do much better.