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.||The Grave Of Charles Baudelaire||2/19/2015|
|172.||To You, My Love||12/14/2015|
|173.||To My Future Bride||6/9/2014|
|174.||I Ventured Out Beneath The Moon...||12/9/2013|
|175.||A Lady Fair||5/11/2014|
|176.||The Rose Garden||1/22/2015|
|179.||An Angel's Song||1/17/2015|
|180.||Ladies And Men||1/30/2014|
|181.||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 ...
Ode To Edgar Allan Poe
ODE TO EDGAR ALLAN POE
The tall, ruined tower, by the sea of sable wine,
Where silver stars alight, in the moonless night,
Is the seat of a raven which rarely takes flight;
Its dark eyes look down on the scorpions of the brine.
With each chilling breeze that poison billows carry
From dusky, northern currents of the half-swallowed pier,