Poems by John Clare
What Is Life?
... Which stings more keenly through the thin disguise ...
Autumn Birds
... To neighbouring tree, and leaves the distant crow ...
Summer Evening
... Till past, and then the cricket sings more strong, ...
Badger
... And bites them throughthe drunkard swears and reelsThe frighted women take the boys away, ...
The Nightingale's Nest
... and now, near Her nest, she sudden stops as choking fear, ...
November
... Fancying that ghosts may wake, and leave their graves by day ...
The Flood
... One minuteand engulphedlike life in deathWhose wrecky stains dart on the floods away ...
The Maple Tree
... And blotched leaved orchis and the blue-bell flowers ...
Remembrances
... else to do All leveled like a desert by the never weary plough ...
Where She Told Her Love
... Then my eye was like to fire, and my heart was like to stone ...
May
... The school boy names them 'writing larks' ...
The Thrush's Nest
... There lay her shining eggs, as bright as flowers, ...
Song's Eternity
... Here they be. When floods covered every bough, ...
Evening
... And thinks who would praise the soft song of the dove, ...
Insects
... Then, to the heath-bell's purple hood they fly, ...
