Nero CaroZiv Poems

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11.
A Walk In Manhattan

Faces that float in rivers of people heads, I meet; I see and pass
Throngs thrust through bustling city streets and alleys, buzzing noise and broken roar
Faces that come and go; silhouette of faces I see and lose in windows glass
All portraits new I will never see again; I have never seen before
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12.
The Haunting Of A Hunter

Once upon a time in the early hours of dawn
A man got up and sallied from his cottage door
Athwart his shoulders a bow and arrows he carried
And towards the forest his steps he hurried.
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13.
Is It Gone?

Is it gone? Is it Silent? My pulses beat
What is it a mock trick of the brain
Yet not, I thought I saw her stand
As a shadow, a speechless phantom with awe at my feet
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14.
I Have No Thought In Me But You

I have no thought in me but you
No other dear debt to me is due
If yet I have not all your love
I shall never have it all
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15.
Is It Possible?

IS it possible that I cannot die, I who drank with delight
From the cup of the crescent orbiting moon
And as the birds sing and migrate to the West
I watched them loving the scented nights of June.
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16.
Who Would Stand At My Grave

When I die who would stand at my grave and weep
I would be there rotten, Is It really a calm pleasant sleep?
But If I could I would rather be a thousand winds that in the meadow blow.
Or I prefer the diamond glints on pre-spring snow.
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17.
Why You Only

Oh how I long for you; how does my heart rebel,
How cruel is the Time since last we said farewell
And yet I wonder why does it anger my heart to long so
For one maid out of the whole world of maids in youth and in glow?
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18.
Cruel Jaws Of Time

Cruel jaws of Time, they take and grape in our trust
Our youth, our joys, our all world we own and have,
And pay us back but with earth, sand, and dust;
Who eventually made us in the dark and silent grave,
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19.
Longing

Summer, a long day staggers by, as the heat of the day ends
I realize how long ago I have seen your face,
The old wild, restless sorrow gnaws my inwards in a persistent trend
As it steals like a veracious beast from its within hiding place.
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20.
An Autumn Night

An autumn night, so bitter chill it is
A wide staring owl, for all its plum and thick feathers is cold
The hare long ago rushed limping trembling through the frozen maze
Into a lair, and silent stark are the song birds on a woody enfold
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