Clara Told Me Poem by Nero CaroZiv

That day when I rushed delirious from kindergarten
The world turned upside down; a devil in me with no pardon
I passed shooting thru the garden gate
But I had not told my garden yet
Lest that would overwhelm and conquer me.
Nor did I had quite the strength then to break it to the humming bee

I did not name it on my way home in the street
For people around would stare at me on ominous treat
That one so little and shy; so innocent and ignorant
Should have the face of joy and happy arrogance
The hillsides must not know it so I thought
The excitement was engulfing; my efforts were for naught


These forests and meadows where I had rambled in spring bloom
Nor tell the loving forests gloom
Nor shall I lisp it at the dinner table
The family wondered how heedless I was to the food
No hint; no word uttered; I was death unable
I was admonished as being selfish rude

I went outside so shy and coy; how to play this amorous part
In those days of most time-beguiling of youth art
I examine a primrose bush on which a wild beast may lean
It could never can guess or deem the rapture and zeal and its mean
None of its buds could see or blab
The gaudy grasshopper was too busy after its pulp

And the heavy smug winter swamp frog
Into the bottom lake plop
I could hide my secret well behind the vermilion-veined tulip
On its flowery bed the bees rest or sleep
Would I trust The crowds of cowslip ahead who never prattle
Or their distinguished neighbor the shy myrtle




Oh my chest was bursting from its dwell
Whom I can tell
Clara said to me with two little beautiful eyes
'I love you'; that moment I thought the end of the world; I may die


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