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John Clare

Northamptonshire / England
John Clare
Northamptonshire / England

I Am

Rating: 4.2
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 trod;
A place where woman never smil'd or wept;
There to abide with my creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
The grass below- above the vaulted sky.
John Clare
Friday, January 3, 2003
COMMENTS
Mahtab Bangalee 24 July 2020
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows, .....totally introspective starting line, wonderful beginning
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Michael Walker 15 October 2019
He feels rejected even by his friends. They do not understand what he is. A poignant wish to be with God, at peace.
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Peter 11 October 2019
...Full of high thoughts, unborn, so let me lie; The grass beneath - above, the vaulted sky.
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Adeeb Alfateh 30 July 2019
There to abide with my creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept: Untroubling and untroubled where I lie; The grass below- above the vaulted sky. great expression on self great 10++++++++++++++++
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Rosemarie clare 21 May 2018
'I long for scenes where man has never trod Pure genius
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Niveen 07 January 2018
which meter is this poem? ?
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The human life destined to live with others in this world often feels isolated and disillusioned. A great writing.
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Mihaela Pirjol 11 May 2017
That poems like this one, exist, make life more bearable.
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David August 25 January 2017
John Clare is one of greatest poets of the 18th and 19th century (and undoubtedly one of the best British poets) and it makes me extremely angry when he is classed as a peasant poet, as if to belittle his reputation. His recording of the natural world, as he saw it at first hand, is far superior to anything Wordsworth or any of his ilk could produce. If nothing else his writing should be viewed as great historical and social pieces of work.
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Tom Allport 05 January 2017
the poet feels left out and overlooked, so in turn he wants to be in another place?
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