Poem of the week: Clock a Clay by John Clare

‘My home it shakes in wind and showers
 / Pale green pillar top’t wi’ flowers
.’ Photograph: Emma Adams/Alamy

Clock a Clay

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In the cowslips peeps I lye

Hidden from the buzzing fly

While green grass beneath me lies

Pearled wi’ dew like fishes eyes

Here I lye a Clock a clay

Waiting for the time o’day

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