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, an 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.

    John Clare

2 thoughts on “I AM

  1. Why oh why should he refer to, dare I say the word…god, spoiling such a wonderful poem. I feel this poem feeds the mind, alas it starves the heart.

  2. Hello,My friend,how are you?
    sometimes I am thinking Who I am,What is life,what should I do before death,strange,right?
    uh,we should have our own thoughts in the world,not following others.
    It doesn\’t mean pride ,just a self-thought.

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