Today – 13th July 2018 – is the 225th anniversary of the birth of the poet John Clare on 13th July 1793, a poet whose words have inspired so much of my work. And this afternoon, I unpacked from the kiln a bowl – just cooled from Wednesday’s glaze firing – with lines from his poem ‘Love lies beyond’, that seem to embody peace and loving memory. On a day when the heavens’ eternal blue has been disturbed (in London at least) by military helicopters carrying powerful people to and fro on their relentless business, and earth’s green hours are more threatened than ever before by humanity’s heavy tread, perhaps it’s a good moment to hear Clare’s gentle voice and his faith in the enduring power of love.
The bowl was commissioned to celebrate a special mother, whose favourite lines these were, and decorated at midsummer, like John Clare’s midsummer cushion, with cornflowers, lavender, thyme and forget-me-nots.
Love lies beyond
The tomb, the earth, which fades like dew –
I love the fond,
The faithful and the true.
Love lies in sleep –
‘Tis happiness of healthy dreams.
Eve’s dews may weep,
But love delightful seems.
‘Tis seen in flowers
And in the even’s pearly dew
On earth’s green hours
And in the heavens’ eternal blue.
‘Tis heard in spring
When light and sunbeams, warm and kind
On angel’s wing
Bring love and music to the wind.
And where is voice
So young, so beautiful and sweet
As nature’s choice
Where spring and lovers meet?
Love lies beyond
The tomb, the earth, the flowers and dew.
I love the fond,
The faithful, young and true.
John Clare, 1793 – 1864
September 22, 2018 at 6:26 pm
oh this is so beautiful!