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the cinnamon peeler's wife

10.24.2004 at 3:14:00 PM

i am

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 in oblivious host,
like shadows in love frenzied stifled throes
and yet i am, and live-like vapours tossed

into the nothingness of scorn and noise
into the living sea of waking dreams-
where there is neither sense of life or joy,
but the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
even the dearest that i love the best
are strange- nay rather stranger than the rest

i long for scenes where man hath never trod
a place where woman never smiled or wept
there to abide with my creator God
and sleep as i in my childhood sweetly slept
untroubling and untroubled where i lie
the grass below, above the vaulted sky.

-john clare

(british poet, clare (1793-1864), is best known for the amazing poems he wrote while in a mental asylum)

(this poem was one of my favorites in high school, when i think it expressed the angst of that age. later in college, this poem resurfaced when i had to interpret it in a one-woman act in a theater class (yeah don't ask). i just looked at it again today, thought i would share)

(if you are reading any of this- hating it, liking it, being bored by it- leave me a comment!)

Anonymous Anonymous said...

i'm currently in a mental hospital. but i'm getting better. i liked this poem in high school too. mayhaps we went to the same high school and had the same ap english teacher. or maybe i'm dead and you're alive.  


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I agree with anonymous, although I don't trust people in asylums. I found the poem beautiful. My iMac, who I like to call Harv, thought the language was heavy but dramatic. GO BUCKS!!!!  


Blogger Noura said...

salams dearest,
i liked the poem, esp. the last stanza, can really relate as i'm feeling very tired and worn out these days...its sounds really familiar but God knows where i heard it/read it before. i'd like to hear about the theater class.  


Blogger Azher said...

it was a downer in high school and it still is. Give us something happy!!!!!  


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