The Butterfly Poem by Nero CaroZiv

I have often watched a butterfly in my garden, a full half hour
So self-poised creature upon a yellow balmy budding flower
What a huge winged butterfly with all rainbow colors flaunted indeed
I watch it not knowing if it does sleep or if it does feed

How in pure calm motionless it stands on leaf so bouncing thin
Even more still as it visits a stump pale with hue of green
And then what a joy waits it when the light breeze
Has found it out among the high foliage of sturdy trees

It carries it up, whirls it down and away
over the whole world on a spangled ray
As I stand confused and perplexed; long alone
My vexed heart as the sun has gone


A plot among cottage-ground, and orchard-tufts green is ours
Our family trees and bushes bloom are my family the field flowers
Stop here dear butterfly, whenever you are jaded and worry
And take a reviving rest in our green sanctuary

Visit our rich wreathe glorious foreheads of lofty pines
And breathe ambrosial passion from their veins
By the balmy waving flowers seek refuge from human eye
And smell their scent being shoot to the vaults of the sky

Come often to us, fear no wrong
Sit near us on a balmy bloom of a bough leafy and long
We will talk of sunshine and praise in song
Our summer days long lost, for ever gone

When we were young and strong
Our days of youth; vigor and delirious joy sealed in our memory's throng
Who can bring back the time of overwhelming rapture
Aching child joys that can never be recaptured

My fragile creature, stay, do not take off in haste your flight
A little longer stray around, delay it, dally in my sight
So many converses I have with you in a summer day bright
Our plot is clean of vile bats chasing moths at night

You are the historian of my infancy
With you around I can relive my past fantasies
Float longer near me, do not yet depart
Tell me again the days of my childhood, of lost untamed heart

My sweet times in you I revive
Gay creature as you, are to you I owe my strive
You bring solemn images of happy times to my heart
Unload my childhood days from my sluggish tattered cart

These innocent days of sun and joy free of care
With no worries no burden of life to bare
How sweet, how pleasant were these days
The times when in our childish plays

Some giggling budding girls, few boys and I
Together chased you the evasive flying butterfly
A very obsessed hunter did I rush to pursue my child's bell
Upon my prey I leapt, I sprang, I fell

And the heavy odor of the trodden spring grass I did smell
Oh, that precious moment in me forever does dwell
I lay on my back aloof and watched the sky
The thin gray cloud was spread on high

Sealed and carved in my bosom stone
Inside my very marrow shaken bone
I got up and followed you from brake to bush
In open meadows in dales over brooks and creeks

As the sun of dusk sets behind the mountains peaks
When I caught you, at the very last moment I feared to brush
The feathered dust from your wings
This sweet joyful time makes my heart in bliss sink

Under a huge broad-breast old oak tree lush and green
With trunk and boughs spread with bubbles old skin
There under the tree in the warm summer day
The climate was not harsh, no clouds in welkin gray

I kissed a young maid with gems entangled in her hair
The forest was in full foliage, blooming not bare
And the wind moaned soughing bleak
As I kissed her warm enthralling cheek

Yet there was not enough wind in the air
To move away the bright ringlet curl
From her lovely soft cheek
The swans' lake flapped their wings

And trumped their shrieks in full beak to sing
And as I was sunk in this heavenly bliss
My eyes caught in swift a glance of the lovely valley of her breast
The smell of her silken robe and the scent of her inner vest

Shy and perplexed at her first maiden kiss
Panting in passionate pangs she looked for a liss
She folded her arms beneath her cloak
And she stole to the other side of the oak

At once into the summer air you bounced and flew
And took my joyous soul to fly away with you
Even nowadays I wonder what an immortal hand or eye
Could frame or design for the maid such a thigh?

Fly, Fly and tower into vaults of heights and heavenly bowers
Creature of sun and joy, wind and sky
My memories of past glory, my soul are with you even as I die
And return to us right after spring thundering showers

Guard yourself from the evil behind your magnificent wings
Hide yourself from the storm, the rain, and the howling winds
The forest gloom foster danger with deadly weight
which haunts us in some sad reverse of fate

Pass by lakes pores and ocean shores
Leap and rest on the back of cloudy rack sailing in ore
A child born out of his mother sweet womb
To turn into a hovering ghost over his stone tomb

Fly butterfly over earth and ocean with waving holy motion
Ride on winds that shake the dew drops that wake
The sweet budding spring flowers in balmy bowers
Carry these divine memories of joy and love to contend eternally with stars above.


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