John Lars Zwerenz Poems

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.
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An Angel's Song

We ventured out in the gray of night,
On amber furrows beneath linden trees,
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LADIES AND MEN

The window box looks down below
To the avenue where young ladies pass
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The morn is giving birth
To the dawn- yet to reign, still budding, undone.
Shall you play the earth,
And me the sun? -
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Come, let us walk
Beneath the tufts of the morning flower,
In the rapturous cadence of the boundless bower;
Come, my beloved, and let us talk
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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.
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THE ROSE GARDEN

Where can we find a cove where love and lute
Are married to the strains of cello and flute,
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THE GRAVE

Shall I taste the soil of death
When the bark is lifted
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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.
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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.
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