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I Am by John Clare

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greenfire

Tue, May 08 2007, 8:35 am

Iam: 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 vapors 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,
And strange - nay, rather stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man has never trod,
A place where woman never smiled or wept -
There to abide with my creator - G-D,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie,
The grass below - above the vaulted sky.

Flowerchild

Tue, May 08 2007, 11:52 am

NICE, deep, you can feel the emotion

greenfire

Tue, May 08 2007, 11:55 am

Lillyofthevalley wrote:

NICE, deep, you can feel the emotion

indeed -

greenfire

Fri, Aug 24 2007, 12:59 pm

felt the need to read again ... this poem of morbidity ... the life and love that never matter ... if one is alone ... bereft of same

greenfire

Wed, Nov 21 2007, 12:43 am

so doesn't anybody read poems ...

cookielady

Wed, Nov 21 2007, 12:51 am

yes green when you ask me to read them I will. A little morbid but well said. sorry I don't get into poems (except limrieks) But I tried.

nicole81

Wed, Nov 21 2007, 1:08 am

omg I thought this was another one of your man admission threads, green. I read the title twice alread as "I am john clare."

greenfire

Wed, Nov 21 2007, 1:11 am

ah ... but no - just a poem ...

technic

Wed, Nov 21 2007, 1:43 am

nicole81 wrote:

omg I thought this was another one of your man admission threads, green. I read the title twice alread as "I am john clare."

(of course, the lawyer 4 the defence (who would arrive just b4 she gets kicked off imamother 4 being the wrong....ummm...GENDER Wink

) will point out that what u thought u read was actually "I am, John, CLARE!!!)

bigdeal

Sun, Feb 17 2008, 2:43 pm

fame
fame is a fickle food beyond a shifting plate
whose table once a guest... but not the second time its set
whose crumbs the crows inspect.... and flap past it to teh farmers wings....
men eat of it.... and die

emily dickinson
yes I read

marina

Sun, Feb 17 2008, 10:52 pm

Speaking of Emily Dickenson...

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

greenfire

Wed, Mar 19 2008, 2:05 pm

so ... inspired by poetry ...

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