John Lars Zwerenz

Rookie - 368 Points (1-5-69 / Kew Gardens, New York, USA)

Lethe (A Sonnet) - Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

LETHE (A Sonnet)

I shall open my satchel and compose anew.
While dreaming, I saunter to the inn for a brew;
After I shall wander to the outskirts of the grove.
A Carolingian chatelaine has fallen in love.

Her bastion’s teeming turrets, and their ancient, stony tiers
Shine above the fountains in the cloistered, marble square.
She admires a row of flowers and combs her undulant hair,
As she walks by the sculptures, near the bower’s belvederes.

I shall drink the dews from the grand beyond,
From the elysian wells of her royal countenance.
I shall greet her with my verse as a Saxon vagabond,
Enraptured and drunk with the orgasmic cadence
Which emanates from the aspects of her deep, raven eyes,
Beneath the lethe of the moon, and the swallow that sighs.


Comments about Lethe (A Sonnet) by John Lars Zwerenz

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 6, 2013


[Hata Bildir]