“I am” – Scene from Penny Dreadful.

I thoroughly miss this show and I wish it would have continued past the three very amazing seasons!

VANESSA: “Mr. Clare.”
“Miss Ives.”
“Do you know you share your name with a dead poet?”
“Do you like poetry?”
“All sad people like poetry. Happy people like songs.”


“I’ve always been moved by John Clare’s story. By all accounts, he was only 5 feet tall, so considered freakish.
Perhaps due to this, he felt a singular affinity with the outcasts and the unloved. The ugly animals. The broken things.

I am
Yet what I am none care or knows
My friends forsake me
Like a memory lost

I am the self-consumer of my woes
They rise and vanish
In oblivious host
Like shadows
In love’s frenzied stifled throes

And yet I am, and live
– Like vapours tossed
– Vapours tossed
I long for scenes
Where man hath never trod

A place where woman
Never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator,

And sleep as I in childhood
Sweetly slept
Untroubling and untroubled
Where I lie
– The grass below
– The grass below
– Above the vaulted sky
– Above the vaulted sky

I wonder if he ever found it, his silent place with God. The poem tells me that he did.

“As you will one day.”
“Peace. Is that the goal of religion?”
“Isn’t it?”
“That can be found in the smallest details of life. The kind touch of a hand.”

“I saw it earlier. I was having coffee with a friend. He’s in love with someone, though I don’t know he knows it. But she touched his hand.
And on his face… something I’d never seen before. A kind of peace, anyway. The cruellest kind. It’s lethal, that touch. For it leaves your heart at the mercy of another.”

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