John Lars Zwerenz Poems

THE PARK

I
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THE GRAVE OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

Snug within your rainy cave,
There are stanzas which rise
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Andalusia

Andalusia,
I have come to see you,
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MY ENGLISH LOVE

My soul is always shaken
By my English lover's almond eyes.
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She Walks Beyond

She walks beyond the vine-clad stone,
In the English shade, to a garden of sun.
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AS GOD AND GODDESS

THE WIDE, GOLDEN PORTAL LED TO THE DIAMOND SUN.
I WITNESSED ROSY PETALS OPEN, ONE BY ONE,
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THE ONE I LOVE

It is not Juliet whom I adore,
Nor Beatrice, nor the florid, glistening lore
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MY LOVE, SHE SLEEPS

My only one, my dove,
My love,
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LOVE IN THE COURTYARD

On tepid evenings, when fountains descend like rain,
Tall, ivory statues glitter in the moon glow,
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BY THE SEA

There are long, circular stairs
In a mansion by the sea,
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