{"id":1945,"date":"2017-01-01T13:16:39","date_gmt":"2017-01-01T13:16:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/?p=1945"},"modified":"2024-09-24T13:28:27","modified_gmt":"2024-09-24T13:28:27","slug":"the-old-year-john-clare","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/audio-recordings\/the-old-year-john-clare\/","title":{"rendered":"The Old Year \u2014 John Clare"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Poem 1 \u2014 100 Days of Poetry<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"The Old Year by John Clare | Read by Rob Goll\" width=\"525\" height=\"295\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/MzY3uKgjIJ0?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p><strong>About the Poem:<\/strong><br \/>\n<em>The Old Year<\/em> by John Clare reflects on the passage of time and the quiet disappearance of the old year into \"nothingness and night.\" Clare\u2019s poignant imagery captures the fleeting nature of time and the sense of loss that accompanies the end of a year, while also expressing gratitude for the year that has passed.<\/p>\n<p>John Clare (1793\u20131864) was an English poet renowned for his vivid descriptions of rural life and the natural world. <em>The Old Year<\/em> exemplifies his ability to transform simple moments into profound reflections on life and time.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><strong>The Old Year<\/strong> by John Clare<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;\">The Old Year's gone away<br \/>\nTo nothingness and night:<br \/>\nWe cannot find him all the day<br \/>\nNor hear him in the night:<br \/>\nHe left no footstep, mark or place<br \/>\nIn either shade or sun:<br \/>\nThe last year he'd a neighbour's face,<br \/>\nIn this he's known by none.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>All nothing everywhere:<br \/>\nMists we on mornings see<br \/>\nHave more of substance when they're here<br \/>\nAnd more of form than he.<br \/>\nHe was a friend by every fire,<br \/>\nIn every cot and hall--<br \/>\nA guest to every heart's desire,<br \/>\nAnd now he's nought at all.<\/p>\n<p>Old papers thrown away,<br \/>\nOld garments cast aside,<br \/>\nThe talk of yesterday,<br \/>\nAre things identified;<br \/>\nBut time once torn away<br \/>\nNo voices can recall:<br \/>\nThe eve of New Year's Day<br \/>\nLeft the Old Year lost to all.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><strong>My Reflections on the Poem:<\/strong><br \/>\nIn recording The Old Year, I was moved by Clare\u2019s subtle yet powerful reflection on the passage of time. It is a beautiful reminder that, while we often let time slip by unnoticed, there is always something to be learned from what has passed.<\/p>\n<p>This post is part of my 100 Days of Poetry series, where I embarked on a journey to record and share 100 poems over 100 days in 2017. 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