John Clare, poet, (1793-1864) on Happiness


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Stream of Life, No.2, AW, April 13

John Clare, the son of an illiterate mother, was largely self-taught. He came from a poor family in Northamptonshire, sometimes writing on paper that his family’s tea and sugar came wrapped in when he couldn’t find the farthings to pay for writing paper. He was a prolific poet who wrote of the land that he loved and was, very much, part of. His verses graced the wallpaper by my bed when I was a teenager and they still amaze me. I wish I could have met him. Here is Clare writing on the subject of happiness:

“…to the man of dissernment there is happiness ……there is happiness in examining minutely into the wild flowers as we wander amongst them………there is happiness in lolling over the old shivered trunks and fragments of a ruined tree destroyed some years since by lightening and moping and…

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