John Clare

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

Braggart - Poem by John Clare

With careful step to keep his balance up
He reels on warily along the street,
Slabbering at mouth and with a staggering stoop
Mutters an angry look at all he meets.
Bumptious and vain and proud he shoulders up
And would be something if he knew but how;
To any man on earth he will not stoop
But cracks of work, of horses and of plough.
Proud of the foolish talk, the ale he quaffs,
He never heeds the insult loud that laughs:
With rosy maid he tries to joke and play,--
Who shrugs and nettles deep his pomp and pride.
And calls him 'drunken beast' and runs away--
King to himself and fool to all beside.


Comments about Braggart by John Clare

  • Adeeb Alfateh (7/30/2019 3:52:00 AM)

    Proud of the foolish talk, the ale he quaffs,
    He never heeds the insult loud that laughs:

    superb write
    great 10+++++++++
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010



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