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 oblivion's host Like shadows in love-frenzied stifled throes -- And yet I am and live -- like vapours tossed
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams Where there is neither sense of life or joys But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems; Even the dearest that I love the best Are strange -- nay, rather, stranger than the rest.
I long for scenes where man hath never trod, A place where woman never smiled or wept, There to abide with my Creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, Untroubling and untroubled where I lie, The grass below -- above, the vaulted sky.
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From Poet's Choice in The Washington Post, Edward Hirsch on Clare, about whom he says, "A secular religious sensibility -- 'the quiet love of nature's presence' -- animates his work, early and late...Clare was 'addicted' to poetry, helpless before his rural muse." The column also comments on Jonathan Bate's new John Clare: A Biography and "a splendid selected poems that demonstrates the complete range of Clare's achievement, which is no mean feat since he wrote more than 3,500 poems over a 35-year period."
Created by my lovely rohandove, and why do I seem to be the only person on my Flist who got this answer?
Noble! Faramir Quiet, noble and a good man. Protector of Ithilien, Faramir was the youngest son of Denethor II and brother to Boromir of Gondor. Captain of the Rangers, he was beloved by his men. Which Faramir Do You Prefer? brought to you by Quizilla
office_ennui, they arrived yesterday and I am so happy! *smooches you and hopes things are better*
Jack and Stephen (the squirrels) are playing on my deck in the recycling bin. Excuse me, I must go take pictures.