John Clare
born 13th July1793
Today is the birthday of John Clare, a poet of nature. His poems are simply beautiful. His love of the natural world flows from every line and his works are more like love letters than poems so filled are they with affection, wonder and care. A simple, honest man of the earth. A sensitive soul touched and moved by nature to convey in words the most wonderful images, feelings and emotions.
ETERNITY OF NATURE
All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks
Are life eternal: and in silence they
Speak happiness beyond the reach of books;
There's nothing mortal in them; their decay
Is the green life of change; to pass away
And come again in blooms revivified.
Its birth was heaven, eternal it its stay,
And with the sun and moon shall still abide
Beneath their day and night and heaven wide.
Are life eternal: and in silence they
Speak happiness beyond the reach of books;
There's nothing mortal in them; their decay
Is the green life of change; to pass away
And come again in blooms revivified.
Its birth was heaven, eternal it its stay,
And with the sun and moon shall still abide
Beneath their day and night and heaven wide.
John Clare
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