John Lars Zwerenz
John Lars Zwerenz Poems
- A Gypsy's Life A gypsy am I, as I rove on the downy dale; ...
- Ladies And Men LADIES AND MEN The window box looks down ...
- An Angel's Song An Angel's Song We ventured out in the ...
- A Lady Fair I ventured out one pristine night Beneath blue ...
- Love The morn is giving birth To the dawn- yet to reign, ...
- The Rose Garden THE ROSE GARDEN Where can we find a cove ...
- Our Love Our love was an ivory boon, Which reigned with the...
John Lars Zwerenz (1969-) is an American impressionistic poet. He is considered one of the most important new literary figures in the world, both internationally and in The United States. He has published seven books of poetry, all of which have risen dramatically in price since their original publication. Zwerenz owns a B.A. in English from The City University Of New York At Queens College and has traveled extensively throughout The United States and overseas as a kind of literary wanderer. He has held a bohemian reputation since his youth. Zwerenz's two most recent poetry books, " Ecstasy And Other Poems" , released in December of 2016, and " Elysian Meadows" , ... more »
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''Poetry devoid of music is life devoid of air.''John Lars Zwerenz
''It is in the sacred realm of ethereal silences where secrets are revealed.''John Lars Zwerenz
''Air, food, shelter, clothing and water are the means of life. Yet, next to the love of God and others, it is art that we live for.''John Lars Zwerenz
Most of my poetry was written on the road, far away from my boyhood home in New York City. I lived in abject poverty most of the time, depending on the generosity of strangers and friends. Most of my...John Lars Zwerenz
Did you all not know that agony and sufferings are the path that is paved to Paradise? Did you all not know that every tear shed upon the earth shall be transformed into an eternal crown of glory? H...John Lars Zwerenz
A Gypsy's Life
A gypsy am I, as I rove on the downy dale;
Aside from the taverns, the fields are my only vale.
I drink from my carafe a fairy-fermented brew,
And I dream of fair love, beneath a radiant sky of blue.
I carry within my satchel a book of romantic rhyme;
I wield it when I may, and write as I did of old: -
Of a sable-haired girl, whose gaze is of a raven-gold.
Her dress is white and long, and her hair is of an elysian clime.
I am struck by visions beside the lane,
On starry October nights, laved by the autumn rain,
And I sleep beneath the myrtles, musing ...