Someone said that John Clare wrote the great poem about being out of sorts. It’s called “I Am!” It begins:
I am! yet what I am who cares, or knows?
You know the feeling. You are in the dumps, not at your best. You’ve got the blues. Clare says it’s like being tossed into a dream
Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys,
But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem
And all that’s dear.
His cure: a wild place untouched by man and time alone.
His cure is mine.
• Source and notes: John Clare, “I Am!” is available at the Poetry Foundation:
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43948/i-am
You can find more than one version. Clare’s manuscripts were eccentric. Various editors have sorted them in various ways.
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