Nero CaroZiv

Abandon Your Books - Poem by Nero CaroZiv

These lines I would have sent to a beautiful maid that over toiled herself with books, till her radiant face gathered dust and spider web wreathed upon her hair:

Oh listen to the falling rain and shake your dusty looks
Why all this toil and languid trouble?
Oh this swirling slanting rain, abandon your books
You will grow bold and double

The glorious sun above the mountain's head
A freshening luster mellow,
through all the long green fields has spread,
his first sweet evening yellow

Oh leave your books this is a dull and endless strife
come and listen to the woodland linnet,
how sweet his music; on our life
there is more of wisdom in it

But hash! how blithe the throstle sings
And he is no mean preacher
Come forth into the lights of natural things
Let nature be your teacher

Oh nature through rain, sun and wind has a world of ready wealth
our craving minds and questioning hearts to bless
Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health
Truth! , Truth breathed by cheerfulness

One impulse from a vernal wood
may teach you more of mankind and of man;
of moral evil and of good
then all the dead sages can

Sweet is the lore which nature brings;
our meddling intellect
Misshapes and misplaces the beauteous forms of things
we would murder to dissect

Enough of science and of distilled art;
Close these books, these barren leaves
Come forth and bring with you a heart
that throbs, that watches that thrives and receives

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Comments about Abandon Your Books by Nero CaroZiv

  • Adeline Foster (10/5/2011 5:12:00 PM)

    Good poem, it lilts in many places. But one might ask, what is a throstle?
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 12, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 26, 2010

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