Monday, 16 November 2009

john clare

Secret Love

I hid my love when young till I
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;
I hid my love to my despite
Till I could not bear to look at light:
I dare not gaze upon her face
But left her memory in each place;
Where eer I saw a wild flower lie
I kissed and bade my love good bye.

I met her in the greenest dells
Where dewdrops pearl the wood blue bells
The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye,
The bee kissed and went singing by,
A sunbeam found a passage there,
A gold chain round her neck so fair;
As secret as the wild bee's song
She lay there all the summer long.

I hid my love in field and town
Till e'en the breeze would knock me down,
The bees seemed singing ballads oer,
The fly's bass turned a lion's roar;
And even silence found a tongue,
To haunt me all the summer long;
The riddle nature could not prove
Was nothing else but secret love.

4 comments:

Sorlil said...

great choice!

'And even silence found a tongue,
To haunt me all the summer long;' - love these lines

swiss said...

i was reading something about that new keats movie and it occurred to me that i'd prefered clare.

Roxana said...

swiss in a romantic mood :-)))

and everybody is either talking or indeed watching that film, though two persons that i deeply trust were disappointed with it.

(why do you say "movie"? i would have sworn that was an american word - or no?)

swiss said...

movie vs film? film for something i actually want to watch, movie for something that's entertaining. and i'm sure bright star will be entertaining what with the flowers, the nice cinematography and what looks like really quite pleasing costume design.

i'm hoping to be pleasantly surprised but won't be too disappointed if i'm not.

as for the 'romantic mood'. that's another story to be filed in the over a beer (tho that'll be a bit tricky! lol)/ cup of tea/coffee file!