Nero CaroZiv Poems

Oh, rain a midnight pour in unrelenting persistence, nothing but the wild falling rain
On this bleak isolated hut, where suffocating solitude reigns grasps and rules
It reminds me that I shall end and die with every drop again and again
How long this rain can last; listen to the voice of rain cold with wind so cruel
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You came to me under the shade of the summer night fresh
To show me the things shown at the ecstasy of the flesh
You came to me as the night comes to the prowling owl
And your body was my window and my mirror to lust and foul
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At stormy morning rush, I had left my house at eight,
Half dormant, still in my night dream through city broken roar
With all the rest of metropolis crowd this is how I always do without a moment late
The train platform so crowded, with people agitated ants coming, flowing thru revolving doors
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She came down the ivory mosaic sturdy stairs
In movement of sport and glee just few steps behind my back
With gait so light and nimble as the lulling air among boughs at dusk
I never turned, to show her how much I did take heed or care
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My love, I often do marvel how God could ever find space
For so many strange contrasts in such one beautiful face:
In you I find thought and I lose thought, how paleness dwells with bloom
And vivid bustle with morning sluggishness, only imagine the pleasure and gloom.
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Two uncrowned lovers, each one of them stood alone
With no green weight of laurels round her or his head,
Their sad eyes to tell as one isolated and uncomforted,
And linger weary with human's never-ceasing burdening moan
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I remember her as she was back then in beauty and in gloss;
How sweet and lovely, young full of glee and free of years claim
And now time has crept into her beauty like canker in a fragrant rose
Where are now all her past youth and beauty enclosed like a quenched flame
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Be young and ever let the Love into your heart roam,
Pleasure is not a self grown, and by itself is never naturally at home:
Pleasure is too short; at a rough touch sweet Pleasure melts
Like Autumn bubbles when rain pelts
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Oh lofty trees at my childhood so rich in appearance and bloom
Now I see barren of leaves standing naked in forest gloom
Which used from heat to canopy the grazing herd,
where is all summer's green; all girded up in sheaves
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You stars of bright steel and your crony the moon of brass,
How mockingly with disdain you watch me at night as I pass
You eternal creatures of the sky; you know as well as I do how soon
I shall be blind to your glory stars and to the pale orbiting moon
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