Autumn

By Clare, John

Book Id: WPLBN0000577808
Format Type: PDF eBook
File Size: 138,277 KB.
Reproduction Date: 2007

Title:	Autumn
Author:	Clare, John
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Language:	English
Subject:	Fiction, Poetry, Verse drama
Collections:	Poetry Collection
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Publisher:	World Public Library Association


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Poetry

Excerpt
Excerpt: The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still, // On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill, // The spring from the fountain now boils like a pot; // Through stones past the counting it bubbles red-hot. // The ground parched and cracked is like overbaked bread, // The greensward all wracked is, bent dried up and dead. // The fallow fields glitter like water indeed, // And gossamers twitter, flung from weed unto weed. // Hill-tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun, // And the rivers we're eying burn to gold as they run; // Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air; // Whoever looks round sees Eternity there. // John Clare // I Am! // 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, an oblivious host, // Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost; // And yet I am! and live with shadows tost // Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, // Into the living sea of waking dreams, // Where there is neither sense of life nor joys, // But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems; // And e'en the dearest-that I loved the best- // Are strange-nay, rather stranger than the rest. // I long for scenes where man has never trod; // A place where woman never smil'd 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.