Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Daily Dose

From Selected Poems, by John Clare

TO THE MEMORY OF JOHN KEATS

The world, its hopes, and fears, have pass'd away;
No more its trifling thou shalt feel or see;
Thy hopes are ripening in a brighter day,
While these left buds thy monument shall be.
When Rancour's aims have past in nought away,
Enlarging specks discern'd in more than thee,
And beauties 'minishing which few display,—
When these are past, true child of Poesy,
Thou shalt survive — Ah, while a being dwells,
With soul, in Nature's joys, to warm like thine,
With eye to view her fascinating spells,
And dream entranced o'er each form divine,
Thy worth, Enthusiast, shall be cherish'd here,—
Thy name with him shall linger, and be dear.

2 comments:

  1. Have you just discovered Clare? You know his story, right? Another good crazy poet: Christopher Smart.

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  2. Yeah, baby. He is breaking my heart, this crazy little man! More to come. (Note taken of Mr. Smart.)

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