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I Am
(13 July 1793 – 20 May 1864 / Northamptonshire / England)

I Am

Poem 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.

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I am: yet what I am none cares or knows, .....totally introspective starting line, wonderful beginning
He feels rejected even by his friends. They do not understand what he is. A poignant wish to be with God, at peace.
...Full of high thoughts, unborn, so let me lie; The grass beneath - above, the vaulted sky.
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. great expression on self great 10++++++++++++++++
'I long for scenes where man has never trod Pure genius


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