Nero CaroZiv


If I Can Only - Poem by Nero CaroZiv

If I can only catch again; re-live the days of childhood
When the forest gloom absorbs the secrets of the wood
That rare calm which is all nature presented as a resting wheel.
The hare were couched chewing upon the dewy trodden grass;
The horse alone in the meadow, seen dimly occupied as I pass,
As it was cropping audibly its later lush meal:
Summer as the dark golden ground; a slumber seems to steal
Over vale, and mountain, and the starless summer evening sky
Now, in this blank of days of things, the sole harmony,
I seek is home-felt, and home-created, comes to heal
That seldom grief for which the senses still supply
Constantly all the time fresh food; the painful nourishment then, when memory
Is hushed, I may be at recuperating rest. Who would bring back and restrain
Those busy cares that would allay my pain;
Oh! Leave me; abandoned to myself, and let me live and feel
The officious touch that makes me droop melancholy again.



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Topic(s) of this poem: childhood


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 26, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 26, 2015


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