John Clare

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

John Clare Poems

161. Ballad 4/13/2010
162. Written In Northampton County Asylum 1/3/2003
163. Clock-O'-Clay 1/3/2003
164. To Mary 1/3/2003
165. The Nightingale's Nest 1/3/2003
166. Farewell 1/3/2003
167. I Hid My Love 1/3/2003
168. Badger 1/3/2003
169. Emmonsail's Heath In Winter 1/3/2003
170. Autumn 1/3/2003
171. An Invite, To Eternity 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
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 Dying Child

He could not die when trees were green,
For he loved the time too well.
His little hands, when flowers were seen,
Were held for the bluebell,
As he was carried o'er the green.

His eye glanced at the white-nosed bee;
He knew those children of the spring:
When he was well and on the lea

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