John Clare

Northamptonshire / England
John Clare
Northamptonshire / England
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Rating: 3.0
Farewell to the bushy clump close to the river
And the flags where the butter-bump hides in forever;
Farewell to the weedy nook, hemmed in by waters;
Farewell to the miller's brook and his three bonny daughters;
Farewell to them all while in prison I lie--
In the prison a thrall sees naught but the sky.

Shut out are the green fields and birds in the bushes;
In the prison yard nothing builds, blackbirds or thrushes.
Farewell to the old mill and dash of waters,
To the miller and, dearer still, to his three bonny daughters.
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Ratnakar Mandlik 02 May 2016
A fantastic and touching poem penned beautifully by the great poet. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
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Amar Agarwala 02 May 2016
Beautiful and poignant description laced with mellow sadness. I liked it!
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Suelynn Walters 02 May 2016
Excellent poem! I enjoyed it ever so much.
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Tapan M. Saren 02 May 2016
But no one will bid adieu to this poem.. Excellent poem
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Edward Kofi Louis 02 May 2016
Under the billow with the muse of life! Thanks for sharing.
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Kim Barney 02 May 2016
Clare never spent time in prison, but did spend time more than once in asylums for the mentally ill. A troubled, talented soul.
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