John Clare

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

John Clare Poems

161. The Thrush's Nest 1/3/2003
162. Christmas 1/3/2003
163. The Secret 1/3/2003
164. Ballad 4/13/2010
165. Farewell 1/3/2003
166. The Nightingale's Nest 1/3/2003
167. An Invite, To Eternity 1/3/2003
168. What Is Life? 1/3/2003
169. Autumn 1/3/2003
170. Badger 1/3/2003
171. Emmonsail's Heath In Winter 1/3/2003
172. Summer 1/3/2003
173. All Nature Has A Feeling 1/3/2003
174. First Love 1/3/2003
175. I Am 1/3/2003

Comments about John Clare

  • 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......

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

    JOHN CLARE FOR PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES! ! ! !

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 ...

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The Landrail

How sweet and pleasant grows the way
Through summer time again
While Landrails call from day to day
Amid the grass and grain

We hear it in the weeding time
When knee deep waves the corn
We hear it in the summers prime
Through meadows night and morn

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