John Lars Zwerenz

Rookie - 304 Points (1-5-69 / Kew Gardens, New York, USA)

John Lars Zwerenz Poems

1. The Billowing Reeds 2/26/2013
2. To Rebecca 2/26/2013
3. The Lady Of The Garden 4/26/2013
4. The Courtyard 10/10/2013
5. My Love 10/10/2013
6. Paul (Ode To A Teacher) 10/17/2013
7. Le Chateau 11/16/2013
8. Rejoice! 12/11/2013
9. The Ghost Ship 12/15/2013
10. The Outer Darkness 12/18/2013
11. Passion 1/30/2014
12. The Baby Grand 1/30/2014
13. My Lover Is In Paradise 2/3/2014
14. Scarlet Gales 12/9/2013
15. The Grave Of Arthur Rimbaud 2/28/2014
16. Moonlight 3/13/2014
17. Your Gaze 3/15/2014
18. The Apollonian 3/15/2014
19. Your Face 3/15/2014
20. Dreaming By The Lake 3/15/2014
21. My Youth 3/29/2014
22. Fire 4/3/2014
23. The Grove 4/4/2014
24. The Infinite 4/5/2014
25. Sunset 3/13/2014
26. 'The Sky Is So Blue, So Pure, And So Soft..' 3/16/2014
27. Ecstatic Wine 3/16/2014
28. Wines 4/6/2014
29. The Conservatory 4/13/2014
30. June 4/26/2014
31. Eternity 4/27/2014
32. The Swashbuckler 4/28/2014
33. A Grecian Tale 4/28/2014
34. The Starlit Night 5/2/2014
35. By The Lake 5/8/2014
36. Par Le Lac 5/9/2014
37. Poetry 5/10/2014
38. The Lady Of The Bastion 5/26/2014
39. Asleep In The Garden 5/26/2014
40. The Graveyard 6/5/2014
Best Poem of John Lars Zwerenz

Love

The morn is giving birth
To the dawn- yet to reign, still budding, undone.
Shall you play the earth,
And me the sun? -
Why not? -
Let us go, let us go
Where the blue currents run,
Now hither, now there, now high, now low,
Upon the lot
Of the breeze-caressed hill.
Let me kiss your sweet flesh of the daffodil,
And embrace you in the waking glen.
And then, let me love you
In the succulent vineyards,
In the blooms of the hazy, yawning garden.
And there, beneath the greenish hue
Of the quickening firmament,
Astonishing and bright,
Where...

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Alchemy

I wove my verses in a cluster of purple stars,
While dreaming on the meadow in the tender, April rain.
A mendicant, I wandered to the outskirts of the plain,
And I slept in the glow of a campfire's bars.

I awoke to the vast, blond horizon,
To dahlias, daisies, roses, to aromatic fleur-de-lis;
In my black sailor's coat, I arose to symphonies;
And at night I roved the Acheron.

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