John Lars Zwerenz
John Lars Zwerenz Poems
|161.||Ode To Spring (A Sonnet)||5/31/2013|
|163.||On Entering Heaven||5/6/2014|
|164.||A Voyage To Cyprus||2/21/2013|
|165.||Lethe (A Sonnet)||11/6/2013|
|166.||She Walks Beyond||10/6/2017|
|167.||As God And Goddess By John Lars Zwerenz||11/26/2017|
|168.||My English Love||12/23/2017|
|169.||The Grave Of Charles Baudelaire||2/19/2015|
|175.||To You, My Love||12/14/2015|
|176.||To My Future Bride||6/9/2014|
|177.||I Ventured Out Beneath The Moon...||12/9/2013|
|178.||A Lady Fair||5/11/2014|
|179.||The Rose Garden||1/22/2015|
|182.||An Angel's Song||1/17/2015|
|183.||Ladies And Men||1/30/2014|
|184.||A Gypsy's Life||2/8/2013|
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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 ...
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.