Saturday, 4 October 2008

AUTUMN by John Clare

I make no excuse for copying this poem down complete, it is one of my favourites and brings back a lot of happy memories.

AUTUMN by John Clare

I love the fitful gust that shakes
The casement all the day,
And from the glossy elm tree takes
The faded leaves away,
Twirling them by the window pane
With thousand others down the lane.
I love to see the shaking twig
Dance till shut of eve,
The sparrow on the cottage rig,
Whose chirp would make believe
That Spring was just now flitting by
In Summer's lap with flowers to lie.
I love to see the cottage smoke
Curl upwards through the trees;
The pigeons nestled round the cote
On November days like these;
The cock upon the dunghill crowing,
The mill sails on the heath a-going

John Clare (1793 to 1864) was an English poet from rural Northamptonshire, and is now regarded as the most important English poet of the natural world.


1 comment:

Fiona Whitehead said...

Thank you for this wonderful poem - I must admit I had not heard of him but must now find out more.