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John Clare

Datum narození: 13. červenec 1793
Datum úmrtí: 20. květen 1864

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„Kdyby život měl druhé vydání, nadělal bych takových korektur…“

„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 host,
Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed“
"I Am": The Selected Poetry of John Clare


„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 host,
Like shadows in love’s 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 loved 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.“
"I Am": The Selected Poetry of John Clare

„I found the poems in the fields,
And only wrote them down.“
The Later Poems, 1837-1864: Volumes I and II

„O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away“ Poems Chiefly from Manuscript

„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 loved the best
Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest.“
"I Am": The Selected Poetry of John Clare

„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 host,
Like shadows in love’s 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 loved the best
Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest.“
"I Am": The Selected Poetry of John Clare

„I sleep with thee, and wake with thee,
And yet thou are not there;
I fill my arms with thoughts of thee,
And press the common air.“
The Later Poems, 1837-1864: Volumes I and II


„grammar in learning is like tyranny in government - confound the bitch I'll never be her slave.“

„I hid my love when young till I
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;
I hid my life to my despite
Till I could not bear to look at light:
I dare not gaze upon her face
But left her memory in each place;
Where'er I saw a wild flower lie
I kissed and bade my love good-bye.“
Poems Chiefly from Manuscript

„There is a charm in Solitude that cheers
A feeling that the world knows nothing of
A green delight the wounded mind endears
After the hustling world is broken off
Whose whole delight was crime at good to scoff
Green solitude his prison pleasure yields
The bitch fox heeds him not -- birds seem to laugh
He lives the Crusoe of his lonely fields
Which dark green oaks his noontide leisure shields“
John Clare: Selected Poetry and Prose

„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.“
The Later Poems, 1837-1864: Volumes I and II


„Language has not the power to speak what love indites
The soul lies buried in the Ink that writes“
The Later Poems, 1837-1864: Volumes I and II

„Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude
And fled to the silence of sweet solitude.“
Poems Chiefly from Manuscript

„Yet simple souls, their faith it knows no stint:
Things least to be believed are most preferred.
All counterfeits, as from truth's sacred mint,
Are readily believed if once put down in print“

„My illness was love, though I knew not the smart,
But the beauty of love was the blood of my heart.“
Poems Chiefly from Manuscript

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