I Am!
John Clare
1793 to 1864
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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I am—yet what I am none cares or knows;
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
I am the self-consumer of my woes—
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest.
The grass below—above the vaulted sky.
And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
A place where woman never smiled or wept
Like shadows in love's frenzied stifled throes
There to abide with my Creator, God,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
Even the dearest that I loved the best
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
I long for scenes where man hath never trod