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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Its little brig
I love the verse that mild & bland Breathes of green fields & open sky I love the muse that in her hand Bears flowers of native poesy Who walks nor skips the pasture brook In scorn but by the drinking horse Leans o'er its little brig to look How far the sallows lean across
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