Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CLOCK-A-CLAY, by JOHN CLARE Poet's Biography First Line: In the cowslip pips I lie / hidden from the buzzing fly Last Line: Watching for the time of day. Subject(s): Insects; Ladybirds; Poetry & Poets; Bugs; Ladybugs | ||||||||
In the cowslip pips I lie Hidden from the buzzing fly, While green grass beneath me lies Pearled wi' dew like fishes' eyes. Here I lie, a clock-a-clay, Waiting for the time of day. While grassy forests quake surprise, And the wild wind sobs and sighs, My gold home rocks as like to fall On its pillar green and tall; When the pattering rain drives by Clock-a-clay keeps warm and dry. Day by day and night by night All the week I hide from sight. In the cowslips pips I lie, In rain and dew still warm and dry. Day and night, and nigh and day, Red, black-spotted clock-a-clay. My home it shakes in wind and showers, Pale green pillar topped wi' flowers, Bending at the wild wind's breath Till I touch the grass beneath. Here I live, lone clock-a-clay, Watching for the time of day. | Other Poems of Interest...TO THE LADYBIRD by MOTHER GOOSE TO THE LADY-BIRD by CATHERINE ANNE DORSET TRIVIAL DETAIL by VIOLET HELEN FRIEDLAENDER TO THE BURNIE BEE by ROBERT SOUTHEY LINES TO A LADY-BIRD by JOHN BYRNE LEICESTER WARREN |
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