Nero CaroZiv Poems

An autumn evening; constant faint rain taping the tin board
If I could have her arms tonight for an instant short
But half the world and the whole broken sea
Lie between her and me
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Who would bring back the beauty that lives in mystic past day’s melodies?
And all the light and air I breathed when summer dawn was in a song.
The sweet voices; the moan of the wind that awakes the dreaming airs that throng
Within my cherished and haunted memories
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I remember an autumn night when I lay in bed
While tomorrow school duties were on my head
The lightning in the sky spun my pajama of the night
In silver filaments with fire shot thru,
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Now winter nights, long nights of discontent that do enlarge
And expand upon us the number of their dark sloth hours;
And host of clouds gathering ominously, never too far, their wrath, storms to discharge
Upon the sleeping city dwellings and the pikes of gloom towers.
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The sun sets on beaches with a light echo wind blowing
From the immense sapphire, blue circle of the sea depths
And the soft thunder roaring, where long waves whitening in vigor showing
These were the same in my childhood as for me now to watch left
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The angel of death went up and down dark city alleys and streets
Unseen, unheard not being felt by his tracking treads
Trailing twilight robes past coffee shops where people chat and laugh with thrill
He paused, yet not hesitated at every door and window sill
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I am two fools, I know
One for loving the other for saying so
But where that wise man that I would not be
Deny, ignore, bury, build a wall, trench a moat and be like he
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Aren't you jarred and jaded of my poems
All include faint signs and predictive omens
My lines so dull and deprived of new pride
So far from variation and nimble change
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There are times when I recall the sweet scents
Of our friendship in its prime youth
What vile winds, what whispering sands,
What foul thoughts poisoned the truth
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Fantasies and dreams dear enchanters
Why summon up to my view
The memory of love, which banters
All as if it was never true
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