Lines: "I Am"
By 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 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."
I betaed this so I'm prejudiced but am pimping anyway
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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.
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Jack and Stephen (the squirrels) are playing on my deck in the recycling bin. Excuse me, I must go take pictures.
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