Caught in the forest foothills before Parnassus I could climb, <br />I fight away the hungry barbs that drip you of activity <br />The myriad phantoms and ghosts of your every year <br />That irritate and tear the gilded youth you used to be, <br />And plague you with memories scars, of all your hopes and fears <br />Taking you once again to before reason stamped its feet upon your rhyme <br />To where nothing is, and nothing wants, a desert in any clime.<br /><br />David Levitas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brazil-2/
