Sappho
The diamond-kissed panes look out upon the lawn.
Beneath the gleaming terrace, Sappho pines with delight
To walk upon the furrow in her Grecian dress of white,
As she sits on her divan, dreaming in the dawn.
Her eloquent aspects are of Picasso and Monet;
She finishes a sonnet, and leaves her grand estate.
Her mercurial mind is bright; she is fortunate in her fate,
As she reclines amid the reeds, the lilacs and the hay.
She opens her halcyon mouth to receive the violent rain,
In the grasses which cradle her red, endless mane.
She muses on fair love, gazing at the shrouded sky.
Inspired to ascend to romantic perfection,
She settles for no man—save for divine election.
She sees his face within her, and exhales with a sigh.
JOHN LARS ZWERENZ
{FROM THE COMPLETE ANTHOLOGY}
{RELEASE DATE: FEBRUARY 14,2020}
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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