In the solitary pond, where the free
Gold coy go swimming over beige stones,
Lapping up watery, rippling, lush tones
Reflected from above: - the leafy filigree;
Delicious is the dappled sight
Of vernal branches, red and green,
To the eyes of the carp which delight
In having seen
Plumes of pink berries in the water’s height.
And as they wend their way
Around the mossy borders
Of the little lake of blue and gray,
In the inflorescent afternoon,
The dusky sun and the vermouth of the moon
Cradle the lilacs, the roses and the corianders.
Your budding gaze, supple, soft,
Of the tint of maize, cool, aloft,
Purveys the small park
Beyond the gleaming lake,
In between the chords of ashen bark,
Dreaming for its own sake;
It catches the wavering movement
Of nature’s emerald pantomime,
Lost in the mellifluous scent
Of the bloom of the swirling breeze;
You close your lashes of sable and thyme
Among the quivering, silhouetted trees
To mediate upon my rhyme…
In realms of reticent ecstasies.
~ John Lars Zwerenz
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is just so heartfelt and beautiful. Gorgeous poem!