An Evening In Childhood Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Oh precious childhood, my beloved time and moments, thou
Are like a good health; I never knew till the autumn of my life, now
How endeared you are to me till I lost you in the turbulent years; now I see
Your beauty whole penetrating into my soul because I yearn so much for thee


That beauteous evening when I was sitting on porch, calm and free,
This holy time with the air so pure and quiet as a nun
Breathless with adoration; the broad, gored sun
Was sinking down in its magic tranquility;


The gentleness of heaven brooded over forests gloom and sea:
And I listened to all nocturnal creatures were being awake,
And did with variety of motion make
These magic sound of the night like everlastingly be


O the holy time of back days which is endeared to me as a shrine
Which I carry and guard; in my heart; it glows in rays of shine
These row of trees from childhood days with foliage green on pinnacle
Every moment I think of it is a cure to my anxiety by a miracle


Meanwhile bear off my yearning soul in my memories to roam
Though I know nothing can bring me back to that distancing home
Those little wooded hills; that cow house surrounded by cactus fence
And the little running creek by the citrus house with tall trees in defense


And over the artery road the varying painted cornfields like a weaved quilt
The silver of the rye; the Wheatfield gilt
The while proud daffodils standing in slight tinges of snow
And the clover with her maiden blushes glow


And all girdled with glossy grass band
Of green whereon the silent apple and pear trees stand
Such were the view of fields where once besides a rill
Among the birch trees on a little hill


There stood the old manor house built on old red stone
From far the walls with tuft grass between the stone were shown
The cow house was not large yet neat in every way
And had mighty barn with multiple stacks of hay


There was an enormous pleasure in the pathless orchards and the gloom of woods
Around the kindergarten; the citrus trees were a rapture of fragrant scent
There my little world; my inner society, where none of adults intrudes,
The chewing cow that stared at me long moments with no end


The deep majestic sea, and the thundering music in its roar:
I loved adults company the less, but Nature how much more,
Interviews with Nature without chide or rebuke, in which I did steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with my inner thoughts and long contemplation, and feel
What I can never express, yet I cannot all conceal


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