nothingness scorn noise, living sea waking dreams, sense life joys, va — John Clare, “I Am”: Selected Poetry John Clare

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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 life’s esteems; Even the dearest that I loved the best Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest.

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