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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413218" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The butterfly</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have watched a butterfly now a full half hour<br>So self-poised upon a yellow budding flower<br>And a huge winged butterfly with all rainbow colors indeed<br>I know not if it sleeps or it feeds<br>How in pure calm motionless it stands on leaf so thin<br>Even more still as it visits a stump pale with green <br>And then what joy waits it when the light breeze<br>Has found it out among the trees<br>It carried it up, down and away<br>A whole world on a spangled ray</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This plot of Orchard-ground is ours<br>My son's trees they are, My family flowers<br>Stop here whenever you are jaded and worry<br>And take a rest in our green sanctuary<br>Visit our rich wreathe glorious foreheads of lofty pines<br>And breathe ambrosial passion from their veins<br>By the balmy flowers seek refuge from human eye<br>And smell their scent being shoot to the sky<br>Come often to us fear no wrong<br>Sit near us on a balmy bloom of a bough long<br>We will talk of sunshine and of song<br>And summer days long lost, for ever gone<br>When we were young and strong<br>Our days of youth vigor and rapture sealed in our memory’s throng</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My fragile creature, stay, do not take haste your flight<br>A little longer stray around, delay in my sight<br>So many converses I have with you in a day bright<br>You are the historian of my infancy<br>With you around I can relive my fantasies<br>Float longer near me, do not yet depart<br>Tell me again the days of my childhood of lost heart<br>My sweet times in you I revive<br>Gay creature as you are to you I owe my strive<br>You bring solemn images of happy times to my heart<br>…..<br>These innocent days of sun and joy free of care<br>With no worries no burden of life to bare<br>How sweet, how pleasant were these days<br>The times when in our childish plays<br>Some giggling budding girls, few boys and I<br>Together chased you the flying butterfly<br>A very hunter did I rush<br>Upon my prey I leapt, I sprang, I fell<br>And the heavy odor of the trodden grass I smell<br>Oh that precious moment in me forever dwells<br>I lay on my back aloof and watched the sky<br>The thin gray cloud was spread on high<br>Sealed and carved in my bosom stone<br>Inside my very marrow bone<br>I got up and followed you from brake to bush<br>In open meadows in dales over brooks and creeks<br>As the sun of dusk sets behind the mountains peaks<br>But at the very last moment I feared to brush<br>The feathered dust from off your wings<br>This sweet joyful time makes my heart sink</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Under huge broad-breast old oak tree lush and green<br>With trunk and boughs spread with bubbles skin<br>There under the tree in the warm summer day<br>I kissed a young maid with gems entangled in her hair<br>The day was not harsh no clouds in gray<br>The forest was in full foliage not bare<br>And the wind moaned soughing bleak<br>As I kissed her warm enthralling cheek<br>Yet there was not enough wind in the air<br>To move away the bright ringlet curl<br>From her lovely soft cheek<br>The swans’ lake flapped their wings <br>And trumped their shrieks in full beak to sing<br>And as I was sunk in this heavenly bliss<br>My eyes caught in swift a glance of the lovely valley of her breast<br>The smell of her silken robe and the scent of her inner vest<br>Shy and perplexed at her first maiden kiss<br>Painting in passionate pangs she looked for a liss<br>She folded her arms beneath her cloak<br>And she stole to the other side of the oak<br>At once into the summer air you bounced and flew<br>And took my joyous soul to fly away with you </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fly, Fly and tower into vaults of heights and heavenly bowers<br>Creature of sun and joy, wind and sky<br>My memories of past glory, my soul are with you even as I die<br>And return to us right after spring thundering showers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Guard yourself from the evil behind your magnificent wings<br>Hide yourself from the storm, the rain, and the howling winds<br>The forest gloom foster danger with deadly weight<br>which haunts us in some sad reverse of fate</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pass by lakes pores and ocean shores<br>Leap and rest on the back of cloudy rack sailing in ore<br>A child born out of his mother sweet womb<br>To turn into a hovering ghost over his stone tomb</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fly butterfly over earth and ocean with waving holy motion<br>Ride on winds that shake the dew drops that wake<br>The sweet budding spring flowers in balmy bowers<br>Carry these divine memories of joy and love to contend eternally with stars above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">   copy rights 2010<br>   All rights reserved</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Ziv">Isaac Ziv</a><div class=q>
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So self-poised upon a yellow budding flower
And a huge winged butterfly with all rainbow colors indeed
I know not if it sleeps or it feeds
How in pure calm motionless it stands on leaf so thin
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