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").

Decay

O Poesy is on the wane,For Fancy's visions all unfitting;I hardly know her face again,Nature herself seems on the flitting.The fields grow old and..

© John Clare

Death

Why should man's high aspiring mindBurn in him with so proud a breath,When all his haughty views can findIn this world yields to death?The fair, the..

© John Clare

Country Letter

Dear brother robin this comes from us allWith our kind love and could Gip write and allThough but a dog he'd have his love to spareFor still he knows..

© John Clare

Clock-O'-Clay

In the cowslip pips I lie,Hidden from the buzzing fly,While green grass beneath me lies,Pearled with dew like fishes' eyes,Here I lie, a..

© John Clare

Christmas

Christmas is come and every hearthMakes room to give him welcome nowE'en want will dry its tears in mirthAnd crown him wi' a holly boughTho tramping..

© John Clare

Braggart

With careful step to keep his balance upHe reels on warily along the street,Slabbering at mouth and with a staggering stoopMutters an angry look at..

© John Clare

Bonny Mary O!

The morning opens fine, bonny Mary O!The robin sings his song by the dairy O!Where the little Jenny wrens cock their tails among the hens,Singing..

© John Clare

Bonny Lassie O!

O the evening's for the fair, bonny lassie O!To meet the cooler air and walk an angel there,With the dark dishevelled hair,Bonny lassie O!The bloom's..

© John Clare

Birds In Alarm

The firetail tells the boys when nests are nighAnd tweets and flies from every passer-bye.The yellowhammer never makes a noiseBut flies in silence..

© John Clare

Bantry Bay

On the eighteenth of October we lay in Bantry Bay,All ready to set sail, with a fresh and steady gale:A fortnight and nine days we in the harbour..

© John Clare

Ballad

A faithless shepherd courted me,He stole away my liberty.When my poor heart was strange to men,He came and smiled and stole it then.When my apron..

© John Clare

Badger

The badger grunting on his woodland trackWith shaggy hide and sharp nose scrowed with blackRoots in the bushes and the woods, and makesA great high..

© John Clare

Autumn Birds

The wild duck startles like a sudden thought,And heron slow as if it might be caught.The flopping crows on weary wings go byAnd grey beard jackdaws..

© John Clare

Autumn

The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still,On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,The spring from the fountain now boils..

© John Clare

Approaching Night

O take this world away from me;Its strife I cannot bear to see,Its very praises hurt me moreThan een its coldness did before,Its hollow ways torment..

© John Clare

An Invite, To Eternity

Wilt thou go with me, sweet maid,Say, maiden, wilt thou go with meThrough the valley-depths of shade,Of night and dark obscurity;Where the path has..

© John Clare

All Nature Has A Feeling

All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooksAre life eternal: and in silence theySpeak happiness beyond the reach of books;There's nothing mortal..

© John Clare

A World For Love

Oh, the world is all too rude for thee, with much ado and care;Oh, this world is but a rude world, and hurts a thing so fair;Was there a nook in..

© John Clare

A Vision

I lost the love of heaven above,I spurned the lust of earth below,I felt the sweets of fancied loveAnd hell itself my only foe.I lost earth's joys..

© John Clare

Winds Of May

Winds of May, that dance on the sea,Dancing a ring-around in gleeFrom furrow to furrow, while overheadThe foam flies up to be garlanded,In silvery..

© James Joyce

Who Goes Amid The Green Wood

Who goes amid the green woodWith springtide all adorning her?Who goes amid the merry green woodTo make it merrier?Who passes in the sunlightBy ways..

© James Joyce

When The Shy Star Goes Forth In Heaven

When the shy star goes forth in heavenAll maidenly, disconsolate,Hear you amid the drowsy evenOne who is singing by your gate.His song is softer than..

© James Joyce

What Counsel Has The Hooded Moon

What counsel has the hooded moonPut in thy heart, my shyly sweet,Of Love in ancient plenilune,Glory and stars beneath his feet -- -A sage that is but..

© James Joyce

Watching The Needleboats At San Sabba

I heard their young hearts cryingLoveward above the glancing oarAnd heard the prairie grasses sighing:No more, return no more!O hearts, O sighing..

© James Joyce

Villanelle Of The Temptress

Are you not weary of ardent ways,Lure of the fallen seraphim?Tell no more of enchanted days.Your eyes have set man's heart ablazeAnd you have had..

© James Joyce