John Clare Poems
- I Am I am: yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends ...
- First Love I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so...
- All Nature Has A Feeling All nature has a feeling: woods, ...
- Summer Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come, ...
- An Invite, To Eternity Wilt thou go with me, sweet ...
- Autumn The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all ...
- Emmonsail's Heath In Winter I love to see the old heath's ...
John Clare was an English poet, the son of a farm labourer, who came to be known for his celebratory representations of the English countryside and his lamentation of its disruption. His poetry underwent a major re-evaluation in the late 20th century and he is often now considered to be among the most important 19th-century poets. His biographer Jonathan Bate states that Clare was "the greatest labouring-class poet that England has ever produced. No one has ever written more powerfully of nature, of a rural childhood, and of the alienated and unstable self".
Clare was born in Helpston, six miles to the north of the city of ... more »
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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 ...