What's the hurry Burton? You'd think he'd know a thing or two about how to read a poem, but I think he thought that it was enough that he was who he was. He was wrong.
These two blessed voices go together like one breath follows another... Burtons voice..port wine and brandy ! Clair’s voice in words that blend soul to soul.. Turn around...and listen.. Eternity is within these blessed voices. Blessed I am, to hear them at once.
I am not sure that I understand this poem - and it isn't my idea of Autumn. It seems violent and unruly. Ok do something different than the mists of mellow fruitfulness, but John Clare was writing around 19th c - not far away from Keats - just don't understand why it is so 'molten' and angry. Actually I just dislike the poem
He is prophesying the future, not his current autumn but what it will become. Much of John Clare's works are laments about nature and what people are doing to it rather than just appreciation for how it is.
Coming from Northamptonshire, where Clare spent time in Northampton Lunatic Asylum, and having visited Helpston just to the north of the county boundary, I too have difficulty reconciling the landscape and time of year, with what I know of the area. My preference would have been his poem “I Am,” and I seem to remember “The Shepherds Calendar,” as being one of his that is nearer the mark if you want a connection with his reality. Northamptonshire has little to celebrate regarding culture. The afore mentioned, John Dryden, H.E. Bates and Alfred East a minor Victorian painter of no great talent, may be the sum total.
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What's the hurry Burton? You'd think he'd know a thing or two about how to read a poem, but I think he thought that it was enough that he was who he was. He was wrong.
Brilliancy in short, sweet.
These two blessed voices go together like one breath follows another...
Burtons voice..port wine and brandy !
Clair’s voice in words that blend soul to soul..
Turn around...and listen..
Eternity is within these blessed voices.
Blessed I am, to hear them at once.
Incredibly beautiful voice like the man himself
♥ 'whoever looks
sees eternity there ♥
His god was the natural world ♥ I love Clare
I would have preferred his take on "Jabberwocky."
What a great voice.. Liquid gold
What a voice!
Thumbs up with love and appreciation:)
There's a trance song that samples this wish I could find it.
"Whoever looks 'round..."
The Best Voice Ever.
So good
Autumn is just kinda grey
Global warming...uncanny
This is the autumn that intrudes into summer.
beautiful
Forgive the typo.. CLARE ...it is !
That’s summer. Not autumn.
No one would have believed
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Alcohol and smoking
Mon dieu
I am not sure that I understand this poem - and it isn't my idea of Autumn. It seems violent and unruly. Ok do something different than the mists of mellow fruitfulness, but John Clare was writing around 19th c - not far away from Keats - just don't understand why it is so 'molten' and angry. Actually I just dislike the poem
Genevieve Sylt "the future"
He is prophesying the future, not his current autumn but what it will become. Much of John Clare's works are laments about nature and what people are doing to it rather than just appreciation for how it is.
Coming from Northamptonshire, where Clare spent time in Northampton Lunatic Asylum, and having visited Helpston just to the north of the county boundary, I too have difficulty reconciling the landscape and time of year, with what I know of the area. My preference would have been his poem “I Am,” and I seem to remember “The Shepherds Calendar,” as being one of his that is nearer the mark if you want a connection with his reality. Northamptonshire has little to celebrate regarding culture. The afore mentioned, John Dryden, H.E. Bates and Alfred East a minor Victorian painter of no great talent, may be the sum total.