Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rudeAnd flew to the silence of sweet solitude. — John Clare, "Song"
I love John Clare. He's one of my favourite nature poets, alongside Wordsworth and Edward Thomas. 'The silence of sweet solitude.' Beautiful.
Robert, I just found him, while reading Roger Scruton's Beauty.
Just this month! Well, you always go before me on the path to discovering poets and books, except rarely. And I will look into Edward Thomas further, too.There is a theme in "Autumn" akin to your current post of Rilke's "Autumn Tree," of a love of the shedding and emptiness.
Equating "crowded places" with "noises too rude" is something I relate to entirely! I will take "the silence of sweet solitude" any day!
I definitely relate...The photo is exquisite!
Me too - more and more as time goes by.
Lucky for me, Astrid can't stand crowds, so we manage to sneak in-between them while out-n-about. I 'spect this is your little pond in the woods, Ruth. It's the one spot on your farm I don't know very well. I'll have to change that one of these days. :)
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