John Clare

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

John Clare Poems

1. I Am 1/3/2003
2. First Love 1/3/2003
3. All nature has a feeling 1/3/2003
4. Summer 1/3/2003
5. An Invite, to Eternity 1/3/2003
6. Emmonsail's Heath in Winter 1/3/2003
7. Badger 1/3/2003
8. Autumn 1/3/2003
9. What is Life? 1/3/2003
10. The Nightingale's Nest 1/3/2003
11. Clock-O'-Clay 1/3/2003
12. I Hid My Love 1/3/2003
13. To Mary 1/3/2003
14. Evening Primrose 1/3/2003
15. The Winter's Spring 1/3/2003
16. Farewell 1/3/2003
17. Christmas 1/3/2003
18. Written in Northampton County Asylum 1/3/2003
19. Autumn Birds 1/3/2003
20. A vision 4/13/2010

To John Clare

Well, honest John, how fare you now at home?
The spring is come, and birds are building nests;
The old cock-robin to the sty is come,
With olive feathers and its ruddy breast;
And the old cock, with wattles and red comb,
Struts with the hens, and seems to like some best,
Then crows, and looks about for little crumbs,
Swept out by little folks an hour ago;
The pigs sleep in the sty; the bookman comes--

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