Sea of Nothingness



Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
    Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
    But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
Even the dearest, that I love the best,
And strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.

-John Clare (1793-1864), I am,
written while he was confined in the General Lunatic
Asylum in Northampton, where he spent about the last
third of his life.







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