John Clare

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

John Clare Poems

121. Summer Images 1/3/2003
122. November 1/3/2003
123. Wood Rides 1/3/2003
124. To A Fallen Elm 1/3/2003
125. The Shepherd's Tree 1/3/2003
126. Song's Eternity 1/3/2003
127. Night Wind 1/3/2003
128. Meet Me In The Green Glen 1/3/2003
129. Summer Evening 1/3/2003
130. Dewdrops 4/13/2010
131. A World For Love 4/13/2010
132. The Dying Child 1/3/2003
133. The Maple Tree 1/3/2003
134. The Flood 1/3/2003
135. Insects 1/3/2003
136. Decay 4/13/2010
137. Evening 1/3/2003
138. Christmass 1/13/2003
139. The Vixen 1/3/2003
140. Death 4/13/2010
141. The Skylark 1/3/2003
142. The Shepherds Calendar - December 4/13/2010
143. Hen's Nest 1/3/2003
144. Remembrances 1/3/2003
145. The Fallen Elm 1/3/2003
146. To John Clare 1/3/2003
147. A Vision 4/13/2010
148. Early Nightingale 1/3/2003
149. The Winter's Spring 1/3/2003
150. Where She Told Her Love 1/3/2003
151. Written In Northampton County Asylum 1/3/2003
152. Love Lives Beyond The Tomb 1/3/2003
153. The Instinct Of Hope 1/3/2003
154. The Thrush's Nest 1/3/2003
155. Autumn Birds 1/3/2003
156. The Old Year 1/3/2003
157. Evening Primrose 1/3/2003
158. The Mores 1/3/2003
159. The Secret 1/3/2003
160. Farewell 1/3/2003

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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