The Peasant Poet

He loved the brook’s soft sound,
The swallow swimming by.
He loved the daisy-covered ground,
The cloud-bedappled sky.
To him the dismal storm appeared
The very voice of God;
And when the evening rack was reared
Stood Moses with his rod.
And everything his eyes surveyed,
The insects in the brake,
Were creatures God Almighty made,
He loved them for His sake–
A silent man in life’s affairs,
A thinker from a boy,
A peasant in his daily cares,
A poet in his joy.


John Clare

4 thoughts on “The Peasant Poet

  1. huddspeace July 13, 2021 / 9:21 pm

    Wonderful – thank you

    Are there more?

    Rx

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  2. Wendy King July 31, 2021 / 3:23 pm

    I used to walk my dog on Helpston Heath where John Clare used to go, his poetry speaks of the Northamptonshire countryside life he knew. Well worth getting to know.

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    • radicalrambler August 1, 2021 / 9:01 am

      I live in the other end of the County and got to know and love Clare’s poems when I lived in Northampton. I visited John Clare’s cottage when I moved back down here and planned to go back and explore the area but that was pre-covid!

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