tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379098365260485853.post2136361328324786364..comments2023-10-20T16:46:35.795+01:00Comments on The Little Wooden Boy: Which Side Are You On? [2.]Mose23http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379098365260485853.post-22777338936483642672012-08-25T06:57:27.202+01:002012-08-25T06:57:27.202+01:00Probably not a good idea to allow for a comparison...Probably not a good idea to allow for a comparison between myself and Clare.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379098365260485853.post-90156780468253971812012-08-24T18:51:05.568+01:002012-08-24T18:51:05.568+01:00Your beautiful poem has that bright, frail hope ru...Your beautiful poem has that bright, frail hope running through it, TC.<br /><br />My brother called my attention to another radical flowering from John Clare:<br /><br />To an insignificant flower, obscurely blooming in a lonely wild<br /><br />And though thou seem'st a weedling wild,<br />Wild and neglected like me, <br />Thou still art dear to Nature's child, <br />And I will stop to notice thee.<br /><br />For oft, like thee, in wild retreat,<br />Array'd in humble garb like thee,<br />There's many a seeming weed proves sweet,<br />As sweet as garden-flowers can be.<br /><br />And, like to thee, each seeming weed<br />Flowers unregarded; like to thee,<br />Without improvement, runs to seed,<br />Wild and neglected like me.<br /><br />And like to thee, when Beauty's cloth'd<br />In lowly raiment like to thee,<br />Disdainful Pride, by Beauty loath'd,<br />No beauties there can ever see.<br /><br />For, like to thee, my Emma blows,<br />A flower like thee I dearly prize;<br />And, like to thee, her humble clothes<br />Hide every charm from prouder eyes.<br /><br />But though, like thee, a lowly flower,<br />If fancied by a polish'd eye,<br />She soon would bloom beyond my power,<br />The finest flower beneath the sky.<br /><br />And, like to thee, lives many a swain<br />With genious blest; but, like to thee,<br />So humble, lowly, mean, and plain,<br />No one will notice them, - or me.<br /><br />So, like to thee, they live unknown,<br />Wild weeds obscure; and, like to thee,<br />Their sweets are sweet to them alone:<br />The only pleasure known to me.<br /><br />Yet when I'm dead, let's hope I have<br />Some friends in store, as I'm to thee, <br />That will find out my lowly grave,<br />And heave a sigh to notice me.<br />Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2379098365260485853.post-10773970537370269222012-08-24T14:42:53.779+01:002012-08-24T14:42:53.779+01:00Let the wild red tatters blow about and re-seed th...<a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/wild-poppy.html" rel="nofollow">Let the wild red tatters blow about and re-seed this mechanical world with an unrestrained commonness of beauty</a>.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.com