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    The Great Poets: John Clare
    The Great Poets: John Clare
    The Great Poets: John Clare
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    The Great Poets: John Clare

    Written by John Clare

    Narrated by David Shaw-Parker

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    About this audiobook

    John Clare was the forgotten Romantic poet, until the late twentieth century. Known by his contemporaries as the ‘Peasant Poet’ he recorded in his poems the natural landscape of rural England before the Industrial Revolution.

    His poems rival Wordsworth’s for their sensitivity to nature and pantheism: ‘I feel a beautiful providence ever about me,’ Clare wrote.

    But his life was a long struggle against poverty and mental collapse. Some of his finest poems were written in the local asylum.

    Public Domain (P)2013 Naxos AudioBooks

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNaxos Audiobooks
    Release dateAug 13, 2013
    ISBN9781843796039
    The Great Poets: John Clare

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    • 5/5
      The Poetry of John Clare I find to be one of the hidden gems in the Lexicon of Romantic English writers. His words bespoke passion, serious interest and reflection on living in the English Countryside and making simplicity seem beautiful with energy, delight in nature scenery. Clare is a poet to me who had quite a difficult time being understood and free to wander during his life. But upon looking closer John Clare wrote and lived part of the artistic Truth that is England's beauty, rurality. Not concentrating on his mental health disability, He deserves a listen and the narrator is great. Clare's poetry now seemingly belongs to a part of the 'Tortured Artist' myth or legacy.
    • 4/5
      The best poems on birds and nature I've ever read.