It's #worldpoetryday , so here is the final verse of 'The Last of March' by John Clare.

'The storm has ceas'd, - again the sun
The ague-shivering season dries;
Short winded March, thou'lt soon be done,
Thy fainting tempest mildly dies.
Soon April's flowers and dappled skies
Shall spread a couch for lovely May,
Upon whose bosom nature lies
And smiles its joyous youth away.'

We know that the poet wrote it at or on this bridge: shorturl.at/pxKQ2

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A rather different way of looking at Winter by #JohnClare

Tis winter & the fields are bare & waste
The air one mass of ‘vapour clouds & storms’
The suns broad beams are buried & oercast
& chilly glooms the midday light deforms
Yet comfort now the social bosom warms
Friendship of nature which I hourly prove
Even in this winter scene of frost & storms
Bare fields the frozen lake & leafless grove
Are natures grand religion & true love

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A lovely piece by #RonaldBlythe on the Northamptonshire poet #JohnClare and hiding away http://johnclareessays.blogspot.com/p/john-clare-in-hiding.html

‘The Thunder Mutters’ by John Clare

The thunder mutters louder & more loud
With quicker motion hay folks ply the rake
Ready to burst slow sails the pitch black cloud
& all the gang a bigger haycock make
To sit beneath—the woodland winds awake..

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Often at this leafless season I delight
To walk the woods & look for sprigs of green
To mark behind a touch wood mossy stump
Were 'toad stools' swells like little tables
From the sides & below keeps dry
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#JohnClare 📚🌿 Give me the gloomy walk in summer time / That intersects the woods where nature weaves.. #WorkingClass #Nature #Poet

After the note-heavy 5-liner yesterday, here's a much simpler sonnet about bugs.

#GoBugs

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