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I Am by John Clare


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 in 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.


“What is a poet? An unhappy man who in his heart harbors a deep anguish…
His fate is like that of the unfortunate victims whom the tyrant Phalaris
imprisoned in a brazen bull, and slowly tortured over a steady fire; their
cries could not reach the tyrant's ears so as to strike terror into his heart;
when they reached his ears they sounded like sweet music”
Kierkegaard.

What proof of existence
can be greater than the fate
of being alive without seeing you
and dying in your presence!
Thus lucid consciousness
of loving what is never seen
and of waiting for the unexpected;
this falling without landing is the anguish of thinking
that since I die, I live.

"Then to those kisses add a hundred more,
A thousand to that hundred so, kiss on!
To make that thousand up to a million;
Treble this million, and when that is done,
Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun."













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