Nero CaroZiv Poems

An old man knows the meaning of the word “Evening” as his day to depart
It creeps and pours sorrow despair on his frightened heart
since this is the time when he closes his door
To be disconnected from the world the channel of livelihood no more.
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Is It Possible? Is It True?
That I would walk again under my childhood sky hues
I would run in ancient fields, and re-live again those innocent walks
And I see the rising sun with birds in the skies and the circling hawks
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Is that your face that deprived me of my sleep, a curse or a bliss
Is this the image that burns my whole inwards like dry summer grass
Sweet nymph of the forest make me immortal with a kiss.
Your lips suck my soul: your nose your cheeks what a lass!
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Shall I let my muse on the flowery treasures sing
And prate over the humble glories of past youthful spring
Shall I ever be again where the opening roses breathing sweets diffuse
And soft Carnations shower their night balmy dews
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My back days of sweet childhood dreams
Are so full of spring blooming things
With the world tenderness erupting from memories clear or dim
All stories and tales about old time knights and adventures of kings.
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My thoughts of past childhood, blessed days of sooty summer night
Does follow me in night and in day; dark and in bright
I used to watch the moon along the vaults of the starry sky
Sailing to ever where with her happy destiny and her light reddish keen;
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Frigid winter, icicles hang by gutter and by outside wall
A shepherd gathers his flocks off a windy down hill into a dale
Who would brave the storm and bear logs into the cold hall,
And milk with no honey comes frozen home in a pail,
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This solitary hill of childhood has always been dear to me
And this hedge, of past days which prevents me most of the endless horizon to see
Those days of past when every bird would sing and a lamb in the field would bleat
A memory so pure and sacred I always in my mind keep
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There comes time when I watch an ancient sea at its slow ebb
Long hours with howling winds echoing over vast sand
Since I was entangled in your beauty's eyes web
And trembled at the touch of un gloved extended hand
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A day of laugh and love in the sun
The winds blew gently through whitening leaves as naked flames
The scent of spring flowers spread softly as carried by hands of a nun
Sea and vast echoing duns, her sound speaking, repeating my name
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