The Shepherds Calendar – July (John Clare Poems)
Daughter of pastoral smells and sightsAnd sultry days and dewy nightsJuly resumes her yearly placeWi her milking maiden faceRuddy and ...
John Clare Poems on Sense & Perception (23 Poems)
The Shepherds Calendar – May (John Clare Poems)
Come queen of months in companyWi all thy merry minstrelsyThe restless cuckoo absent longAnd twittering swallows chimney songAnd hedge row ...
The Shepherds Calendar – March (John Clare Poems)
March month of 'many weathers' wildly comesIn hail and snow and rain and threatning humsAnd floods: while often at his ...
The Shepherd’s Calendar – August (John Clare Poems)
Harvest approaches with its bustling dayThe wheat tans brown and barley bleaches greyIn yellow garb the oat land intervenesAnd tawney ...
The Cellar Door (John Clare Poems)
By the old tavern door on the causey there layA hogshead of stingo just rolled from a dray,And there stood ...
The Shepherds Calendar – January- Winters Day (John Clare Poems)
Withering and keen the winter comesWhile comfort flyes to close shut roomsAnd sees the snow in feathers passWinnowing by the ...
Rural Morning (John Clare Poems)
Soon as the twilight through the distant mistIn silver hemmings skirts the purple east,Ere yet the sun unveils his smiles ...
From “January” (John Clare Poems)
Supper removed, the mother sits,And tells her tales by starts and fits.Not willing to lose time or toil,She knits or ...
The Shepherds Calendar – July (2nd version) (John Clare Poems)
July the month of summers primeAgain resumes her busy timeScythes tinkle in each grassy dellWhere solitude was wont to dwellAnd ...
The Shepherds Calendar – November (John Clare Poems)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a faceBeamless and pale ...
Spear Thistle (John Clare Poems)
Where the broad sheepwalk bare and brown scant grass pining after showers,And winds go fanning up and down The little strawy ...
From “The Parish: A Satire” (John Clare Poems)
IIn politics and politicians' liesThe modern farmer waxes wondrous wise;Opinionates with wisdom all compact,And een could tell a nation how ...
Love (John Clare Poems)
Love, though it is not chill and cold, But burning like eternal fire,Is yet not of approaches bold, Which gay dramatic tastes ...
Peggy (John Clare Poems)
Peggy said good morning and I said good bye,When farmers dib the corn and laddies sow the rye.Young Peggy's face ...
To Mary (John Clare Poems)
I sleep with thee, and wake with thee,And yet thou art not there;I fill my arms with thoughts of thee,And ...
The Cuckoo (John Clare Poem)
The cuckoo, like a hawk in flight, With narrow pointed wings Whews o'er our heads-soon out of sight And as ...
To A Fallen Elm (John Clare Poem)
Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would ...
Clock-O’-Clay (John Clare Poems)
In the cowslip pips I lie, Hidden from the buzzing fly, While green grass beneath me lies, Pearled with dew ...
The Mores (John Clare Poem)
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene Bespread with rush and one eternal green That never felt the rage ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
November (John Clare Poem)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
The Flood (John Clare Poem)
On Lolham Brigs in wild and lonely mood I've seen the winter floods their gambols play Through each old arch ...
The Winter’s Spring (John Clare Poems)
The winter comes; I walk alone, I want no bird to sing; To those who keep their hearts their own ...