Friday, January 3, 2003

The Mores Comments

Rating: 2.9

Far spread the moorey ground a level scene
Bespread with rush and one eternal green
That never felt the rage of blundering plough
Though centurys wreathed spring's blossoms on its brow

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John Clare
COMMENTS
Susan Williams 30 December 2015

This is amazing- the spelling and words are from another time and that should make us stumble but I found the flow went on unimpeded by the ages.

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Brian Jani 04 May 2014

Wow I love this piece of poetry john

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