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").

Letter In Verse

Like boys that run behind the loaded wainFor the mere joy of riding back again,When summer from the meadow carts the hayAnd school hours leave them..

© John Clare

June

'Now summer is in flower and natures humIs never silent round her sultry bloomInsects as small as dust are never doneWi' glittering dance and reeling..

© John Clare

Invitation To Eternity

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

© John Clare

Insects

These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard,And happy units of a numerous herdOf playfellows, the laughing Summer brings,Mocking the sunshine on their..

© John Clare

In Summer Showers A Skreeking Noise Is Heard

In summer showers a skreeking noise is heardDeep in the woods of some uncommon birdIt makes a loud and long and loud continued noiseAnd often stops..

© John Clare

In Hilly-Wood

How sweet to be thus nestling deep in boughs,Upon an ashen stoven pillowing me;Faintly are heard the ploughmen at their ploughs,But not an eye can..

© John Clare

Impromptu

'Where art thou wandering, little child?'I said to one I met to-day.--She pushed her bonnet up and smiled,'I'm going upon the green to play:Folks..

© John Clare

Idle Fame

I would not wish the burning blazeOf fame around a restless world,The thunder and the storm of praiseIn crowded tumults heard and hurled.I would not..

© John Clare

I Hid My 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..

© John Clare

I Dreamt Of Robin

I opened the casement this morn at starlight,And, the moment I got out of bed,The daisies were quaking about in their whiteAnd the cowslip was..

© John Clare

I Am

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,My friends forsake me like a memory lost;I am the self-consumer of my woes,They rise and vanish in oblivious..

© John Clare

House Or Window Flies

These little window dwellers, in cottages and halls, were alwaysentertaining to me; after dancing in the window all day from sunriseto sunset they..

© John Clare

Hodge

He plays with other boys when work is done,But feels too clumsy and too stiff to run,Yet where there's mischief he can find a wayThe first to join..

© John Clare

Hen's Nest

Among the orchard weeds, from every search,Snugly and sure, the old hen’s nest is made,Who cackles every morning from her perchTo tell the servant..

© John Clare

Graves Of Infants

Infant' graves are steps of angels, whereEarth's brightest gems of innocence repose.God is their parent, and they need no tear;He takes them to His..

© John Clare

Grasshoppers

Grasshoppers go in many a thumming springAnd now to stalks of tasseled sow-grass cling,That shakes and swees awhile, but still keeps straight;While..

© John Clare

Gipsies

The snow falls deep; the forest lies alone;The boy goes hasty for his load of brakes,Then thinks upon the fire and hurries back;The gipsy knocks his..

© John Clare

From The Parish: A Satire

IIn politics and politicians' liesThe modern farmer waxes wondrous wise;Opinionates with wisdom all compact,And een could tell a nation how to..

© John Clare

From

Sweet solitude, what joy to be alone--In wild, wood-shady dell to stay for hours.Twould soften hearts if they were hard as stoneTo see glad..

© John Clare

Fragment

The cataract, whirling down the precipice,Elbows down rocks and, shouldering, thunders through.Roars, howls, and stifled murmurs never cease;Hell and..

© John Clare

Firwood

The fir trees taper into twigs and wearThe rich blue green of summer all the year,Softening the roughest tempest almost calmAnd offering shelter ever..

© John Clare

First Love

I ne'er was struck before that hourWith love so sudden and so sweet,Her face it bloomed like a sweet flowerAnd stole my heart away complete.My face..

© John Clare

Field Path

The beams in blossom with their spots of jetSmelt sweet as gardens wheresoever met;The level meadow grass was in the swath;The hedge briar rose hung..

© John Clare

Farmer's Boy

He waits all day beside his little flockAnd asks the passing stranger what's o'clock,But those who often pass his daily tasksLook at their watch and..

© John Clare

Farm Breakfast

Maids shout to breakfast in a merry strife,And the cat runs to hear the whetted knife,And dogs are ever in the way to watchThe mouldy crust and..

© John Clare