John Lars Zwerenz
Biography of John Lars Zwerenz
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" , released in February of 2017, have been published by ATLA Publishing, based in The UK. His poems have also appeared prolifically in International Magazines and other anthologies. Zwerenz's poetry is often highly spiritual in nature. His verse almost always adheres to strict, metrical stanzas. He currently resides in The United States, and is 48 years of age.
- Rachael Canter
John Lars Zwerenz's Works:
Mist and Flame,2011
Sonnets of Dusk and Dawn,2012
Songs of Rapture and Other Poems,2012
A Lady Fair And Other Poems,2013
Ecstasy And Other Poems,2016
John Lars Zwerenz Poems
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.
Ladies And Men
LADIES AND MEN The window box looks down below To the avenue where young ladies pass
An Angel's Song
An Angel's Song We ventured out in the gray of night, On amber furrows beneath linden trees,
The morn is giving birth To the dawn- yet to reign, still budding, undone. Shall you play the earth, And me the sun? -
The Rose Garden
THE ROSE GARDEN Where can we find a cove where love and lute Are married to the strains of cello and flute,
A Lady Fair
I ventured out one pristine night Beneath blue stars to a furrow on a hill. I was one with the rose and the daffodil, And my steps stirred the grasses in the moonlight.
Our love was an ivory boon, Which reigned with the angels in the night. We would kiss beneath the moon, Among the statues in the light.
I Ventured Out Beneath The Moon...
I ventured out beneath the moon, full, white and round... I ventured out beneath the moon, full, white and round. My boots broke the sheets of snow as I walked with the muse, my guide.
To My Future Bride
TO MY FUTURE BRIDE 'I am faint with love.' - The Song of Songs
To You, My Love
TO YOU, MY LOVE At night, when I am alone, Your voice I hear,
THE MUSE I shall leave the city, the bustling town. I shall walk to the outskirts of the wild plains,
PURGATORY I went down into Sheol, where all my bones Were numbered like knots of whited rope;
I wove my verses in a cluster of purple stars, While dreaming on the meadow in the tender, April rain. A mendicant, I wandered to the outskirts of the plain, And I slept in the glow of a campfire's bars.
I wove my verses in a cluster of purple stars,
While dreaming on the meadow in the tender, April rain.
A mendicant, I wandered to the outskirts of the plain,
And I slept in the glow of a campfire's bars.
I awoke to the vast, blond horizon,
To dahlias, daisies, roses, to aromatic fleur-de-lis;
In my black sailor's coat, I arose to symphonies;
And at night I roved the Acheron.