John Lars Zwerenz Poems

THE QUEEN

I roved among the fields and furrows.
I was tan in the sun of the golden day.
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TO ONE IN HEAVEN

Must I live in loneliness at such a price?
I have seen her there again
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MANIC DEPRESSION

There is a well of blackened brine,
That knows no dell of air or sunshine,
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ON MY WAY TO BOSTON

Marigolds sway behind the vine-clad lattice.
I stroll on my way to Boston, drinking from a chalice.
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Her dress is of an amber hue,
Her blush is of a shy coquette.
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, où pouvons-nous trouver une anse où l'amour et le luth
sont mariées à des souches de violoncelle et flûte, à l'abri des
pluies dans nos vêtements de blanc?
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A GARDEN IN PARADISE

I took her hand beneath the quivering diamond trees
Which shook their hymns upon us in the warm, October sun.
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THE CLOISTER

Scented with myrrh, emerald and moonlit,
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I walked upon the reedy dale,
Of amber grass and willow trees.
A gale bestowed upon my knees
The moonlight's boon, soft and pale,
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My Beloved

I never met a man
I did not love.
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