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


John Clare
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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