John Lars Zwerenz Poems

A VOYAGE TO CYPRUS

I ferried eastward, leaving Cythera, her wine,
Her temples of ivory, her boundless plains
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I ventured out among crystals,
Invisible to all but God.
Passing through thoughts neither prosaic nor odd,
But feeling every good emotion,
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One quiet eve
By a dark, gloomy lake
The wind did grieve
Pining to take
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When every perfumed petal opens to the light,
In the turquoise air of our majestic sight,
Canticles play, and cathedral bells ring
Praising The Virgin; hail the end of suffering! -
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SCARLET BREEZES

Scarlet breezes swirl through the square,
Beckoning us to come
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The Bower

You fell asleep this morning,
Beneath the rarified glow of our castle’s tallest tower,
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AUTUMN SHADE

What becomes of the summer's boon,
When the face of stars of longing gently mate,
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THE AUTUMN LANE

By moss-clad benches, in the autumnal air,
Beneath the swaying myrtle trees,
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Je respecte mon amour

Il n'est pas Juliette dont J'adore,
ni Beatrice, ni les propos ampoulés, étincelant
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I cannot let go
Of the woman I have seen,
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