I AmI 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’s frenzied stifled throes:–And yet I am, and live – like vapors tossedInto 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 has 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.-John Clare
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Thanx for sharing , nice one
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thanks for this poem i like it , i think it's beautiful .
have a nice time
sara