John Clare

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

Autumn - Poem by John Clare

The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still,
On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,
The spring from the fountain now boils like a pot;
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Comments about Autumn by John Clare

  • Susan Williams Susan Williams (10/14/2015 7:50:00 PM)

    He has a different way of seeing Autumn than many of the poets I've been reading. Without diminishing the effect of the others, I do like what he is expressing here. (Report) Reply

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  • Anish Debnath Anish Debnath (10/14/2015 6:58:00 AM)

    Very expressive of the heat of nature.Specially the first two lines of the last para is wonderful. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (10/14/2015 4:06:00 AM)

    Nice work with the ways of nature in Autumn. (Report) Reply

  • Hazel Dunn (7/12/2012 7:02:00 AM)

    A thought provoking poem, still current today. (Report) Reply

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