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. Dewdrops 4/13/2010
22. Distant Hills 4/13/2010
23. Dyke Side 4/13/2010
24. Early Nightingale 1/3/2003
25. Early Spring 4/13/2010
26. Earth's Eternity 4/13/2010
27. Emmonsail's Heath In Winter 1/3/2003
28. Evening 1/3/2003
29. Evening Primrose 1/3/2003
30. Farewell 1/3/2003
31. Farewell And Defiance To Love 4/13/2010
32. Farm Breakfast 4/13/2010
33. Farmer's Boy 4/13/2010
34. Field Path 4/13/2010
35. First Love 1/3/2003
36. Firwood 4/13/2010
37. Fragment 4/13/2010
38. From 4/13/2010
39. From The Parish: A Satire 4/13/2010
40. Gipsies 4/13/2010

Comments about John Clare

  • an anonymous guy in 3D (11/24/2018 8:53:00 AM)

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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.

  • Roxanne Herrera Roxanne Herrera (6/11/2018 3:38:00 PM)

    https:m.poemhunter.compoemi-cant-be-sad check out my poems please ill really appreciate it.

  • 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! !

  • rahil (3/31/2018 12:31:00 AM)

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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

  • Tod Mcgrath (12/5/2005 2:58:00 PM)

    John was a living legend although I thought he herded animals better than he wrote poems but that just my opinion and am a big fan of his labouring background this guy was a living legend but ermm he died...... Ermmm yeh go john! and as im a keen cannibal i would love to have a bite ov him if he was still alive but now hes dead the meat doesnt taste as fresh...... TOD MCGRATH......

  • Louise Birkhead (3/13/2005 2:07:00 PM)


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 Thrush's Nest

Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush
That overhung a molehill large and round,
I heard from morn to morn a merry thrush
Sing hymns to sunrise, and I drank the sound
With joy; and often, an intruding guest,
I watched her secret toil from day to day -
How true she warped the moss to form a nest,
And modelled it within with wood and clay;
And by and by, like heath-bells gilt with dew,

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