John Clare: Where She Told Her Love

My last choice of a love poem from the beautiful collection Asylum Poems by John Clare. Soft and gentle, full of flowers and nature’s beauties, it smiles with words of love.

John Clare: Where She Told Her Love

Alexander Averin Art - from ++++++++ ++++++++ ++++++++ ++++++++ ++++++++ ++++++++
I saw her crop a rose
rose Right early in the day,
And I went to kiss the place
rose Where she broke the rose away
And I saw the patten rings
rose Where she oer the stile had gone,
And I love all other things
rose Her bright eyes look upon.
If she looks upon the hedge or up the leafing tree,
The whitethorn or the brown oak are made dearer things to me.
Michael G. Laster - Spring Fever - from Childhood in Art ++++++++ ++++++++ ++++++++ ++++++++ ++++++++ ++++++++
I have a pleasant hill
rose Which I sit upon for hours,
Where she cropt some sprigs of thyme
rose And other little flowers;
And she muttered as she did it
rose As does beauty in a dream,
And I loved her when she hid it
rose On her breast, so like to cream,
Near the brown mole on her neck that to me a diamond shone
Then my eye was like to fire, and my heart was like to stone.
Pierre-Auguste Renoir - Irène Cahen d’Anvers (ca 1880) - from Wikimedia Commons ++++++++ ++++++++ ++++++++ ++++++++ ++++++++ ++++++++
There is a small green place
rose Where cowslips early curled,
Which on Sabbath day I trace,
rose The dearest in the world.
A little oak spreads oer it,
rose And throws a shadow round,
A green sward close before it,
rose The greenest ever found:
There is not a woodland nigh nor is there a green grove,
Yet stood the fair maid nigh me and told me all her love.

Source of the poem: Poems Chiefly from Manuscript by John Clare, copied from the Project Gutenberg ebook; a slightly different version is given in Life and Remains of John Clare, The “Northamptonshire Peasant Poet” by John Clare, in a Project Gutenberg ebook; see also the digitization of the originals on Internet Archive.
Images used: Alexander Averin Art, from — Michael G. Laster, Spring Fever, from Childhood in Art — Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Irène Cahen d’Anvers (ca 1880), from Wikimedia Commons.


4 thoughts on “John Clare: Where She Told Her Love

  1. De bien jolies poésies à la gloire d’une enfant bien-aimée, mais pour moi demeure toujours cette question fondamentale : à quelle jeune personne s’adressent-elles, et, surtout, s’agit-il d’une jeune fille, ou d’une enfant ? Et je ne suis pas suffisamment familier avec la biographie de John Clare pour pouvoir en décider seul… Seule une familiarité suffisante avec ce poète, et en particulier avec le CONTEXTE de sa vie, me permettrait de lever cette interrogation, pour moi essentielle…


    • Le mot anglais maid ou maiden signifie jeune fille ou demoiselle. Il s’agit probablement d’une jeune fille imaginaire, vu qu’à ce moment Clare était assez âgé et vivait dans un asile pour aliénés.


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