In honor of Burns Night, and the terrible weather we’ve having in the midwestern United States, I post not “Auld Lang Syne,” but “A Winter Night,” available online with glossary at “Burns Country.”
A Winter Night
“Poor naked wretches, wheresoe’er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm!
How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides,
Please check out the new John Clare Resource Page, put together by the same crack team behind this blog and the LCPO project!
It expands on the materials of another interesting John Clare Page managed by some of the same contributors. The new Clare Resource Page contains:
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What time the gales that morning’s freshness brings
When labour’s pleasant hour begins –
While on the cote the pigeon rests
Woman the world’s best wealth stirs.Why did we come so far from home?
This is not a poem by John Clare. It is not a poem – or rather, not a poem in a proper sense.
It is a list of first lines that need to be properly formatted in HTML.
When we talk of someone dying too young, or dying before his/her time, what do we mean?
One interesting category of distinction highlighted in the Database of Laboring-Class Poets and illuminated on the new Omeka site [deprecated] through the use of tags is “tragic youth.” As we complete our data entry, we have the chance to reevaluate our use of terms like “tragic youth,” which can be problematic for a number of reasons.
A brief, recent history of Laboring-Class Poets Online, from the perspective of graduate assistant and online transition project manager.