From Helpston in rural Northamptonshire, John Clare was born in 1793. He is now regarded as the most important poet of the natural world from Britain. He wrote many poems, prose and letters about love, sex, corruption and politics, environmental and social change, poverty and folk life. Even in his 'madness', his talents were not diminished. Ronald Blythe, past President of the Clare Society, saw Clare as "... England's most articulate village voice".
Clare died, aged 71, in 1864.
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The pansy
It does me good thou flower of spring
Thy blossoms to behold Thou bloom'st when birds begin to sing In purple & in gold Along the garden-beds so neat Thy flowers their blooms display When sparrows chirp & lambkins bleat & hopes look up for May
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