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I am a published poet and exhibited artist living in the shadow of the small, but lovely Mount Herman, a part of the majesty of the Rocky Mountains. I raise children, tend gardens, cook, write, clean, sculpt, read.....................................................................................

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MARCH 24, 2012 11:22AM

Early Spring by John Clare

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In the foothills of the Rockies, early spring has come.  The brown of the grass has a subtle shade of green.  The yucca leaves seem greener and the days are warm, even hot.  Here, winter, could still raise a paw in the form of a snowstorm.  We are never truly free of winter until late May.  Still I bought a bunch of daffodils and have been reading poems about Spring.  I came across the work of John Clare. 

John Clare was born in 1793, the son of a poor farm hand.  Both his nutrition and education were poor.  He only reached the height of five feet and was lucky to learn to read and write.  He had to start work herding animals at the age of seven.  Yet poets weren't always rich.  Clare was determined to write from his teen years onward.

I love his poetry for its knowledge of nature and simplicity of language, a rare thing amond nineteenth century poets.  He reminds me a bit of Emily Dickinson.  

Here follows a simple poem with a bit of humor.  

 

Early Spring 

The Spring is come, and Spring flowers coming too,
The crocus, patty kay, the rich hearts' ease;
The polyanthus peeps with blebs of dew,
And daisy flowers; the buds swell on the trees;
While oer the odd flowers swim grandfather bees
In the old homestead rests the cottage cow;
The dogs sit on their haunches near the pail,
The least one to the stranger growls 'bow wow,'
Then hurries to the door and cocks his tail,
To knaw the unfinished bone; the placid cow
Looks oer the gate; the thresher's lumping flail
Is all the noise the spring encounters now.

John Clare

What is interesting for me is his knowledge of the flowers and the humor of the onomatopeia of the dog's bark.  Clare was dubbed "the peasant poet."  If one loves poetry and wishes to really know how the other half lived and created in nineteenth century England, reading John Clare would be a very good idea. 

John Clare 

poet John Clare 


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always on the search for new poets, so thank u.
especially poets from this particular period.
i did some research:
found this i liked alot;
"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 vanis in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost:
And yet I am, and live with shadows tost"


"I am"

Peasant poet, hm? Rather a postmodernist!
Hey James. Aren't we all peasant poets today? I Am is his most famous work. What I like about poetry is that it gives me a tangible sense of how people lived and love today and in the past.