“Language has not the power to speak what love indites: The soul lies buried in the ink that writes.”
Quote by John Clare
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This volume presents poetic works that reflect John Clare's personal struggle with mental illness. As a laborer from Helpston, Northamptonshire, Clare rose to prominence in the early 1820s for his evocative celebrations of rural English countryside before experiencing severe bouts of depression and madness in his later years. The poems in this collection capture his inner emotional state, his longing for freedom, and his observations of the natural world Filtered through the lens of his psychological distress. Clare spent his final years in hospitals and asylums, where he continued to write verses that documented his sense of loss, displacement, and the fractured nature of his mental experience. The collection offers readers insight into how one of England's most sensitive poetic voices expressed the anguish of mental illness through language that remains powerful and moving. more
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“Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air; Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.”
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“I was Byron and Shakespeare formerly.”
