John Clare

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

First Love - Poem by John Clare

I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet,
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
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Comments about First Love by John Clare

  • Vjeko Pavicin (3/24/2016 3:53:00 PM)

    Love it (Report) Reply

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  • Madison Zoe (9/11/2015 11:55:00 AM)

    I love this poem, kindof remembered me of my first love in pre school (Report) Reply

  • kamara olela (4/19/2015 10:46:00 AM)

    possibly he experienced...great work (Report) Reply

  • * Sunprincess * (6/18/2014 12:38:00 PM)

    ..............this is a beautiful poem of first love....and the writing style reminds me of my favourite poets...
    ....................................~~~~~~~~~~ love love love ~~~~~~~~~~~~~....................................... (Report) Reply

  • Yu-ying Lee Yu-ying Lee (6/15/2014 11:32:00 PM)

    So beautiful and true indeed! (Report) Reply

  • Kirti Sharma (6/15/2014 12:13:00 AM)

    beautifully expressed! !
    i like it! ! (Report) Reply

  • Vojtech Melichar (3/15/2013 3:49:00 PM)

    Thanks for expressing my feelings in way I can´t. Only a name can be just Love. (Report) Reply

  • Vojtech Melichar (3/15/2013 3:49:00 PM)

    Thanks for expressing my feelings in way I can´t. Only a name can be just Love. (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Straw Kevin Straw (6/15/2012 8:19:00 PM)

    I read all of Clare's poetry recently and it amazed me with its purity of expression. Take any genius and strip away his or her education and you will find Clare. He is the equal of Keats or Shelley. Indeed he is nearer the fount of poetry than they. (Report) Reply

  • Thomas Miller (6/15/2012 11:50:00 AM)

    Because this John Clare poem reflects my own life experience to a degree, I find it quite touchingly sentimental. Moving one's memory in an enjoyable reverie! (Report) Reply

  • Kristi Berg (5/14/2012 11:44:00 AM)

    Some guy in an online poker room urged me to read this poem-a 15 year old no less! -and I too have become wooed by it. As is mentioned above, the flow distracts me but I can see what Clare sees and that is beautiful. Haven...your interpretation was fantastic as well and helped me to better understand what Clare was saying so long ago. Thank you for sharing! ! (Report) Reply

  • R.k. Sharma (1/20/2012 8:11:00 AM)

    I read the poem twelve years back but its last two lines are still echoing in my heart. (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Straw Kevin Straw (6/15/2010 7:15:00 AM)

    Joseph - compare Yeats:

    First Love

    THOUGH nurtured like the sailing moon
    In beauty's murderous brood,
    She walked awhile and blushed awhile
    And on my pathway stood
    Until I thought her body bore
    A heart of flesh and blood.
    But since I laid a hand thereon
    And found a heart of stone
    I have attempted many things
    And not a thing is done,
    For every hand is lunatic
    That travels on the moon.
    She smiled and that transfigured me
    And left me but a lout,
    Maundering here, and maundering there,
    Emptier of thought
    Than the heavenly circuit of its stars
    When the moon sails out.

    One difference is that the technique and the thought/feeling are not out of sync in Yeats' poem. You have to realise that a poem may be flawed technically, and those flaws subtract from its intention. (Report) Reply

  • Joseph Poewhit (6/15/2010 6:30:00 AM)

    WOW - ZAP - Zing - WAM - BAM - OOPS - what more describes first love. (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Straw Kevin Straw (6/15/2010 5:34:00 AM)

    This is not the best of Clare – there is a fair amount of “fiddling the books” to achieve scansion and rhyme: “her face it bloomed”, “stole my heart away complete”, pale as deadly pale”. “eyesight quite away” – take away the underlined words and you have a more vigorous poetry - but the last verse is free of these – one feels the poetic passion more aroused – you then begin to believe more in the poem.

    You could almost do without the first two verses, though “And when she looked, what could I ail? /My life and all seemed turned to clay.” is good – though “were” instead of “seemed” would be allowable.

    Also: “sweet” in each of the first two lines” is too sweet! And how, in fact, did his beloved’s face “bloom”?

    The poem creaks a little in pursuit of its form, and thus suspends the reader between belief and disbelief in the narrative.

    The full stop at the end of the fifth line is wrong. (Report) Reply

  • Manonton Dalan (6/15/2010 4:36:00 AM)

    haven if i haven't read john's poem first i wouldn't know that is base
    from somebody's poem...i tell you what yours is an expression of somebody
    who truly experienced it... i admire you for that...inovation ha! (Report) Reply

  • Rik Speybrouck (6/15/2010 4:32:00 AM)

    Anyone an idea what means ' as chords do from string. I live in Belgium and so my motherlanguage is dutch. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh T A Ramesh T A (6/15/2010 2:19:00 AM)

    The first effect of sudden love sweet and beautiful is well depicted in this poem! Nice indeed to read! (Report) Reply

  • Haven Leonel (6/26/2009 4:36:00 PM)

    i have written a poem that mixes this poem with a more modern vocabulary, yet the problem is that it no longer has that old fashion romance to it which is very effective in poems.

    'This all happened within an hour,
    and flowed with love so sweet.
    Her face bloomed like a sweet flower,
    which stole my heart away complete.

    Yet my face turned pale, a lifeless pale,
    my legs refused to walk away.
    This girl was like a fairy tale,
    I cant describe her any other way.

    But then my blood rushed to my face,
    and stripped my sight from my eyes.
    Yet the pain and suffering in this place,
    had started to slowly die.

    I could not see a single thing,
    but at this time so much did start.
    My mind became as thin as string,
    that was wrapped around my heart.

    Could I be this girl's choice?
    Could I make her mine?
    Then as I heard her voice,
    I saw her smile shine.

    I've never seen such a pretty face,
    its a face so rich, not poor.
    My heart has left its dwelling place,
    and can return no more.'

    i know most poets would speak down to me and tell me not to steal other poems and try to make them my own, but i did not steal it i dont take credit for this poem, i just mixed it with my tell me what you think (Report) Reply

  • Krystal Vincent (6/15/2009 10:43:00 AM)

    I loved this poem. It reminds me a lot about someone i fell in love with a long time ago and still am in love with today. you have such good technique. a poem well written.
    I would like to give you a hug right about have a beautiful heart for a man, and i haven't found that in many. (Report) Reply

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