Which is the most impressive and moving of John Clare's asylum poems?

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Natalya Frederick 10JT

English Literature

Which is the most impressive and moving of John Clare’s asylum poems?

John Clare’s life spanned one of the great ages of English poetry but, until about fifty years ago, few would have thought of putting his name

with those of Wordsworth, Byron, Shelley, Keats, Browning and Tennyson.

Born in 1793, the son of humble and virtually illiterate parents, Clare grew up in the Northamptonshire village of Helpston and made the surrounding countryside his world.  His education did not extend much beyond basic reading and writing, and he had to start work herding animals at the age of seven, however, this child of the “unwearying eye” had a thirst for knowledge and become a model example of the self taught man.

In his early teens he discovered The Seasons, by poet James Thomson and began writing poems himself.  His first love, Mary Joyce was the daughter of a wealthy farmer; their separation caused Clare great pain, and no doubt contributed to the sense of loss which pervades much of his poetry.

In 1820, he married Martha Turner and from the moment his first publication appeared, ‘Poems Descriptive of Rural Life and Scenery’ it was clear that England had a new and very original poet.  He was described as ‘John Clare, a Northampton Peasant’ on the title page, and the current fashion for ‘rural poetry’ brought him some celebrity in London.  He formed friendships with Charles Lamb and other literary figures, and was granted the sum of £45 a year by wealthy patrons.

The vogue for rustic poets did not last long however, and his popularity faded during the 1830s.  The situation was made worse by his publishers, who insisted on ‘correcting’ Clare’s individual style and use of dialect, to make his verse fit contemporary notions of poetic convention.  Clare’s attempts to writ like other poets of his day, as well as his financial worries, put tremendous strain on his mind, an in 1837 he was admitted to a mental asylum in High Beach, Epping.

He escaped from the asylum in 1841, and walked home to Northamptonshire, under the delusion that he would be reunited with Mary Joyce there.  A few months later he entered Northamptonshire General Asylum, where he lived for rest of his life, still writing poems when his mental health permitted.  The asylum poems such as I am and To John Clare are among his best known works, but the haunting descriptions of rural landscapes in poems such as The Flitting, Decay and Remembrances are more typical of the true character of his poetic voice.

In the intensely personal and powerful poem, I am, Clare gives an extraordinary insight into what it is like to be mentally ill.  He allows the reader into the very depths of his inner self, portraying unequivocally his painfully raw and intimate feelings, showing his fervent and yet fragile state of mind.

I am – yet what I am, none cares or knows;

My friends forsake me like a memory lost:-

I am the self-consumer of my woes;-

They rise and vanish in oblivion’s host.

Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes:

And yet I am, and live – like vapours tost.

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,-

Into the living sea of waking dreams,

Where there is neither sense of life or joys.

But the vast shipwreck of my lifes esteems;

Even the dearest, that I love the best

Are strange – nay, rather stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where hath never trod

Join now!

A place where woman never smiled or wept

There to abide with my Creator, God;

And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept

Untroubling, and untroubled where I lie

The grass below – above the vaulted sky.

        

The first stanza of the poem compellingly illustrates the sheer immensity of Clare’s feelings of abandon, suffering, loneliness and worthlessness.

Where he states, “I am – yet what I am none cares or knows”, it is his attempt to portray his feeling that only he knows he exists having lost all other sense of identity.  The fact that he continually repeats ...

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