My Days Of Youth Poem by Nero CaroZiv

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:



All of the sights of my heart for the beloved thorny hills and the plain
Sweet painful memories that now fly as thick and clear yet offer no gain
And ever again, in the wink of an eye,
The small painted school, kiosks along the road, fresh gardens and citrus orchards whistle by.


Here is I an aloof child who clambers and scrambles,
All by himself in mid summer day, gathering brambles;
Here is a curious cow who stands and gazes;
And here is the green for stringing the daisies in summer days


Here is a horse with a cart trotting and dusting the unpaved stony road
Lumping along with patina faced man and with full load;
And here is a bakery in the shade of palm, and there is a small shy ravine
Each a painful glimpse, each a precious picture that appears, flickers and gone forever!


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