Her share of sun and shade and oer the lea. Hums its first hymnings to the flowers perfumes. Wakes a sense of gratfulness in me. The little daisey keeps its wonted pace. Ere march by april gets disarmd of snow. A look of joy opes on its smiling face. Turnd to that power that suffers it to blow. Ah pleasant time as pleasing as ye be. One still more pleasing, hope reserves for me. Where suns unsetting one long summer shine. O may the good mans righteous end be mine.

All sorts of writings with Clare at their centre. Click on the article you would like to read. John Clare and the Newspapers. You owe it to yourself to visit John Clare country. That Swaggering, Bouncing Pronoun. 172 years on, poet saves church from phone mast blight with a sonnet. The Ballad of John Clare. Clare texts set to music.

From time to time we hope here to publish a few essays examining the work of this important and inspirational poet.

I will be leaving it for research purposes for the forseeable future. Comments on individual entries are, of course, still very welcome. I will seek to answer questions within a day or so.