John Lars Zwerenz Poems

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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THE FRENCH REVOLUTION

Amid the din
Of factories which lie within,
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PURPLE SHADES

The purple shades of silhouetted heights
Are one with the autumnal days and nights,
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The breeze is cool,
But it does not bite.
The world regarded us each a fool,
But there is no longer a reason to be contrite.
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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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