John Clare

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

John Clare Poems

1. The Universal Epitaph 10/20/2015
2. June 3/26/2015
3. In Summer Showers A Skreeking Noise Is Heard 5/21/2015
4. The Badger 1/17/2015
5. Mouse's Nest 12/17/2014
6. The Cottager 4/13/2010
7. The Lout 4/13/2010
8. The Maid Of Ocram, Or, Lord Gregory 4/13/2010
9. The Frightened Ploughman 4/13/2010
10. Sunday Dip 4/13/2010
11. The Shepherds Calendar - July (2nd Version) 4/13/2010
12. Spear Thistle 4/13/2010
13. House Or Window Flies 4/13/2010
14. Ploughman Singing 4/13/2010
15. Letter In Verse 4/13/2010
16. The Sailor-Boy 4/13/2010
17. The Lass With The Delicate Air 4/13/2010
18. The Cellar Door 4/13/2010
19. The Crow Sat On The Willow 4/13/2010
20. The Old Cottagers 4/13/2010
21. Market Day 4/13/2010
22. The Shepherds Calendar - July 4/13/2010
23. Patty Of The Vale 4/13/2010
24. The Shepherd's Calendar - October 4/13/2010
25. Song #5 4/13/2010
26. The Shepherds Calendar - November 4/13/2010
27. Song #3 4/13/2010
28. The Shepherd's Calendar - August 4/13/2010
29. Song #1 4/13/2010
30. Pleasures Of Fancy 4/13/2010
31. In Hilly-Wood 4/13/2010
32. From 4/13/2010
33. The Shepherd's Calendar - September 4/13/2010
34. Stonepit 4/13/2010
35. The Fear Of Flowers 4/13/2010
36. Farm Breakfast 4/13/2010
37. The Maid Of Jerusalem 4/13/2010
38. Now Is Past 4/13/2010
39. Love 4/13/2010
40. Song #2 4/13/2010

Comments about John Clare

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    I won the John Clare prize in poetry twice through Academy of American Poets. So I love John Clare obviously.

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  • Chuck Taylor (8/21/2018 3:48:00 PM)

    It's almost as if he was a modern poet, Clare, in poems like The Badger, . He doesn't use hollow rotund words, but gets to the nitty-gritty.

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  • Veronica-Mae (6/10/2018 6:59:00 AM)

    Oh dear - this poet (I am told) did not post any poems in the last 14 days! !

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  • Donique thompson (3/28/2018 6:23:00 AM)

    Love your poems

  • ghcgv (1/9/2018 3:38:00 AM)

    he was a rubbish poet

  • Imogen c (12/12/2007 5:04:00 AM)

    his poems to me are only surpassed by shakespeare. i think that he is one of the very best english poets and the fact that he wasnt some weathly little snob who sat lazzaly scralling out his veiws on the world like alot of the classic english poets were makes him so much more importaint. he actualy experinced a bloody awfull life and it seems that it makes him more credable and more real i mean when he talks about suffering he realy knows what he is talking about he was a awsome guy and yeah

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 ...

Read the full of I Am

The Shepherd's Tree

Huge elm, with rifted trunk all notched and scarred,
Like to a warrior's destiny! I love
To stretch me often on thy shadowed sward,
And hear the laugh of summer leaves above;
Or on thy buttressed roots to sit, and lean
In careless attitude, and there reflect
On times and deeds and darings that have been -
Old castaways, now swallowed in neglect, -
While thou art towering in thy strength of heart,

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