John Clare

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

All nature has a feeling


All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks
Are life eternal: and in silence they
Speak happiness beyond the reach of books;
There's nothing mortal in them; their decay
Is the green life of change; to pass away
And come again in blooms revivified.
Its birth was heaven, eternal it its stay,
And with the sun and moon shall still abide
Beneath their day and night and heaven wide.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Rookie - 456 Points Michelle Claus (9/12/2014 4:16:00 PM)

    Waxing meditative and sage about Mortality, as this poem ultimately does, mitigates its inherent insult. PoemHunter, there is a spelling error three lines from the bottom: *eternal it its stay.* (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 369 Points Stephen W (9/12/2014 9:13:00 AM)

    Why do people offer praise and advice to someone who's been dead for 150 years? Methinks thou overestimate the powers of ye poemhunter.com. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie John Pendrey (4/17/2014 6:23:00 AM)

    There is a misprint. The line should read:

    Its birth was heaven, eternal IS its stay, (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Manohar Bhatia (9/12/2013 8:03:00 AM)

    John Clare, a master poet could have decribed Nature more in detail than through a perfunctory few words.I won't sing praise for this poem and at the ame time, I won't disown it.Well done John!
    Manohar Bhatia. (Report) Reply

    Rookie - 369 Points Stephen W (9/12/2014 9:10:00 AM)

    Well done indeed! I'm sure you'll improve with more practice: -)

  • Rookie - 18 Points Ian Fraser (9/14/2010 8:18:00 AM)

    This is not one of Clare's best poems. He is much better when describing nature in detail rather than trying to be Wordsworthian and philosophizing. Some of these descriptions, like 'Little Trotty Wagtail', for example are delightful, humorous and exact. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Enitan Onikoyi (9/12/2009 5:17:00 PM)

    The beauty of nature, its glory untold.
    Its birth and death, goes on and on.
    Unending life, not just like man.

    Thanks John, you brought the work of nature into my life tonight. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Michael Pruchnicki (9/12/2009 2:06:00 PM)

    Anyone recognize this gem?

    our years seem darkened to a church for you
    in which your face alone shines through
    the air is thick with the remembered scent of you

    Is it 'flowery, cloudy (sic) nonsense'? (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 13 Points Joseph Poewhit (9/12/2009 6:58:00 AM)

    CLARA - seems to be hearing things of truths and reality's in the wilds of life. Telling of gentle things surrounding our reality. {{ Surely a vintage poem }} (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Elike Ikechukwu (10/26/2008 3:59:00 AM)

    I don't just like the message, i love the entire composition. The meaning is like a summer morning, the lines flow like tide and it stays like blood in my vein. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Pamela Lutwyche (9/12/2008 12:12:00 PM)

    I can see where you are coming from. Nature is beautiful I must argree. The earth is a lovely place. Lets hope it lives on for many years to come without us killing it.
    good poem. (Report) Reply

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