Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

Sudden Shower

Black grows the southern sky, betokening rain,And humming hive-bees homeward hurry bye:They feel the change; so let us shun the grain,And take the..

© John Clare

Stonepit

The passing traveller with wonder seesA deep and ancient stonepit full of trees;So deep and very deep the place has been,The church might stand..

© John Clare

Spring's Messengers

Where slanting banks are always with the sunThe daisy is in blossom even now;And where warm patches by the hedges runThe cottager when coming home..

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Sport In The Meadows

Maytime is to the meadows coming in,And cowslip peeps have gotten eer so big,And water blobs and all their golden kinCrowd round the shallows by the..

© John Clare

Spear Thistle

Where the broad sheepwalk bare and brown[Yields] scant grass pining after showers,And winds go fanning up and downThe little strawy bents and nodding..

© John Clare

Song's Eternity

What is song's eternity?Come and see.Can it noise and bustle be?Come and see.Praises sung or praises saidCan it be?Wait awhile and these are dead..

© John Clare

Song #5

I would not feign a single sighNor weep a single tear for thee:The soul within these orbs burns dry;A desert spreads where love should be.I would not..

© John Clare

Song #4

I wish I was where I would be, With love alone to dwell,Was I but her or she but me, Then love would all be well.I wish to send my thoughts to her ..

© John Clare

Song #3

I peeled bits of straws and I got switches tooFrom the grey peeling willow as idlers do,And I switched at the flies as I sat all aloneTill my flesh..

© John Clare

Song #2

One gloomy eve I roamed aboutNeath Oxey's hazel bowers,While timid hares were darting out,To crop the dewy flowers;And soothing was the scene to..

© John Clare

Song #1

Mary, leave thy lowly cotWhen thy thickest jobs are done;When thy friends will miss thee not,Mary, to the pastures run.Where we met the other..

© John Clare

Snow Storm

What a night! The wind howls, hisses, and but stopsTo howl more loud, while the snow volley keepsIncessant batter at the window pane,Making our..

© John Clare

Signs Of Winter

The cat runs races with her tail. The dogLeaps oer the orchard hedge and knarls the grass.The swine run round and grunt and play with straw,Snatching..

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Secret Love

I hid my love when young till ICouldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;I hid my love to my despiteTill I could not bear to look at light:I dare not gaze..

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Schoolboys In Winter

The schoolboys still their morning ramble takeTo neighboring village school with playing speed,Loitering with passtime's leisure till they quake,Oft..

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Scandal

She hastens out and scarcely pins her clothesTo hear the news and tell the news she knows;She talks of sluts, marks each unmended gown,Her self the..

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Rural Morning

Soon as the twilight through the distant mistIn silver hemmings skirts the purple east,Ere yet the sun unveils his smiles to viewAnd dries the..

© John Clare

Remembrances

Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every oneAnd the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh onI tried to call them back but unbidden..

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Quail's Nest

I wandered out one rainy dayAnd heard a bird with merry joysCry 'wet my foot' for half the way;I stood and wondered at the noise,When from my foot a..

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Ploughman Singing

Here morning in the ploughman's songs is metEre yet one footstep shows in all the sky,And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,Shows not her sleeve..

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Pleasures Of Fancy

A path, old tree, goes by thee crooking on,And through this little gate that claps and bangsAgainst thy rifted trunk, what steps hath gone?Though but..

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Peggy's The Lady Of The Hall

And will she leave the lowly clowns For silk and satins gay,Her woollen aprons and drab gowns For lady's cold array?And will she leave the wild..

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Peggy

Peggy said good morning and I said good bye,When farmers dib the corn and laddies sow the rye.Young Peggy's face was common sense and I was rather..

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Patty Of The Vale

'A weedling child on lonely leaMy evening rambles chanced to see;And much the weedling tempted meTo crop its tender flower;Exposed to wind and heavy..

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Now Is Past

_Now_ is past--the happy _now_When we together rovedBeneath the wildwood's oak-tree boughAnd Nature said we loved.Winter's blastThe _now_ since then..

© John Clare