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John Clare (* 13. Juli 1793 in Helpston, Northamptonshire; † 19. Mai 1864 Northampton General Lunatic Asylum, Northampton, England) IN EINSAMKEIT IST ZAUBER, der entzückt, Ist Fühlen, das die Welt nicht kennt noch mißt, Ist grüne Lust, die wunden Geist erquickt, Wenn das Getös… Continue Reading „Grüne Lust“
JOHN CLARE (* 13. Juli 1793 in Helpston, Northamptonshire; † 19. Mai 1864) 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… Continue Reading „I Am!“
I Am 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… Continue Reading „68. „I am: yet what I am none cares or knows““
„I am — yet what I am, none cares or knows“ is the first line of John Clare’s most famous poem, and a more irresistible invitation to a biographer would be difficult to imagine. Jonathan Bate, an English academic, has responded with a fat… Continue Reading „40. Mad John Clare sings the Blues“
(Weiter mit John Clare) Clare was a prodigious walker, a solitary who sought out the secret recesses of nature, a hidden, underappreciated, overlooked country, which he detailed with a sharp eye and a naturalist’s sensibility. Accuracy was a scrupulous habit, a moral imperative. He… Continue Reading „Genauigkeit, schockierende Klarheit“
In early 1860, a poetry fan from London called James Hipkins wrote to Dr. Wing, the superintendent of the Northampton General Lunatic Asylum, inquiring after the welfare of one of the inmates, the nature poet John Clare. The sixty-six-year-old poet’s reply is one of… Continue Reading „The poetry and madness of John Clare“
Soviel schrieb der „Bauerndichter“ John Clare (1793-1864). Der Independent vom 10.10.03 über eine Biographie des Dichters. Hier eine Gedichtprobe: First Love I ne’er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet, Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And… Continue Reading „3 000 Gedichte“
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