Nero CaroZiv Poems

A slumber will my old, tattered spirit seal
I will have no human love, hate, grudge or fears
I will become a thing like any other thing on earth that cannot feel
Or hear the touch of rushing earthy years
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Sweet slumber I knew in long hazy summer nights
That did seal within me all visions of beautiful, wonderful sights
The pure innocence of childhood blasted when I was not accompanied by worries or fears
Then of her beauty my mind was overwhelmed; she was lovely; eternal; untouched by earthy years
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A green sepal that warps and holds the petal,
And those thorns that pricked my limbs
Upon a common summer's morn
As I walked to school on the hill
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One day it will come; one day it will be
Like the rushing waves in the sea; without us noticing; without us being in the mind to see
Something will change within us, obscure; quietly with no turmoil or alarm
Some thing will congeal within us; something will shrink and will become dull and calm
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My days of youth were faster than fairies, swifter than ghosts and witches,
The scenery of ravines and houses, the glimpse of green hedges and brimmed rain ditches;
And I charging the winds along fields and meadows like troops in a battle
All through the wide moor rich with grass for horses and for cattle:
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She said Good-night! and disappeared behind a door like in a drill
Two so estranged words which sever those it should unite;
I wished to remain together for a while; the night was young still,
'Good night' that never was in essence good night.
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I stand and watch a tree of sturdy oak
It braves against the rain, the sun and the gust
Thunder roars through its boughs with blast
Yet its leaves whitening in sight like a royal cloak
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It does not fade
It does not let
When it gnaws when it hurts
 
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I do often wonder God or nature
Which is my soul nurturer?
Nature; everything in you moves me in awe
The fruitful orchards, the roseate echo
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Crisply the faint wind whirled and whispered in faint beat
The dry summer golden grass crunching beneath my feet;
And behind me my loyal for ever follower does walk
My infant shadow danced over hot sand and rocks
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