John Lars Zwerenz
John Lars Zwerenz Poems
|161.||On Entering Heaven||5/6/2014|
|162.||A Voyage To Cyprus||2/21/2013|
|163.||Lethe (A Sonnet)||11/6/2013|
|164.||The Grave Of Charles Baudelaire||2/19/2015|
|170.||To You, My Love||12/14/2015|
|171.||To My Future Bride||6/9/2014|
|172.||I Ventured Out Beneath The Moon...||12/9/2013|
|173.||A Lady Fair||5/11/2014|
|174.||The Rose Garden||1/22/2015|
|177.||An Angel's Song||1/17/2015|
|178.||Ladies And Men||1/30/2014|
|179.||A Gypsy's Life||2/8/2013|
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 ...
The Billowing Reeds
The folding ivory, orphic ocean
Sobs as it rises
With shy, azure-blue, somnolent disguises,
Evoking, with its waves, an amorous emotion.
Indistinct, a billow plays
Upon the swept-back reeds,
Which makes ones dizzy,
In the late afternoon, summery haze.