To An Anonymous Poem by Nero CaroZiv

I still remember you thru time's sea silhouette of long years in slow ebb,
Dappling shadows over your image; long hours have to and fro let creep and howl the sand,
Since I was tangled in your amazing beauty like a moth in a spider web,
And I remember being snared by the dream skin of ungloved hand.
I was standing isolated among a throng at your first sight; carved with stone
A feeling that always comes back whenever I stand alone
The days of youth, zeal and rapture staggered the mind
Suffocated any word in the way out thru the throat; a moment so unkind
stunned, paralyzed I let you, my eyes phantomlike image slip into oblivion
Far into the crowed; small shrinking far into Maldivian
I ever look on midnight floating sailing stars in the sky,
Just that I behold your eyes well memorized light;
I would look upon the rose's lurid soft dye,
Just to free my soul to your cheek where it does take its flight.
At every early spring upon frigid boughs I look on any budding flower,
But my fond ear, in fancy illusions and dreams at your voluptuous lips
And hearkening for a love-sound, does devour
Its sweets in the wrong sense: you do eclipse
Every delight with sweet gnawing remembering
And grief unto my darling joys it does bring
Then I stood among market walkers all deserted and alone
My soul like the earth after the sun has gone


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