am—yet none cares knows; friends forsake like a memory lost: self-cons — John Clare, “I Am”: Selected Poetry John Clare

"I Am": The Selected Poetry of John Clare John Clare

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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 oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed

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