FAIR ELAINE - John Lars Zwerenz - Rock Music Video - BEAT100

FAIR ELAINE - John Lars Zwerenz - Rock Music Video - BEAT100



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(C) 2014

Lovers In The Rain (Official Video 2014 HD) ~ John Lars Zwerenz

A REQUIEM FOR ROCK ~ John Lars Zwerenz - Rock Music Video - BEAT100

A REQUIEM FOR ROCK ~ John Lars Zwerenz - Rock Music Video - BEAT100

SEND ME AWAY (Tonight) (3:02) BMI ~ John Lars Zwerenz - Indie Music Video - BEAT100

SEND ME AWAY (Tonight) (3:02) BMI ~ John Lars Zwerenz - Indie Music Video - BEAT100

"A Sailor's Song" From "Crimson Leaves And Other Poems by John Lars Zwerenz" (C) 2014

CRIMSON LEAVES AND OTHER POEMS

by

John Lars Zwerenz


POEM # 64

A SAILOR'S SONG

To and fro,
Broken with grief,
My footsteps go,
Like an arbitrary leaf,
Where the borders of the river flow
In swirls of purple, cold, beneath
The solitary myrtle, the dying oak, the weeping birch.
I sit in a vine-clad yard,
In a swirl of leaves, which makes a wreath
Around my boots, beside the church.
And all that I regard
As true
Which still has life,
(Like the thought of my wife
Inhaling all the blooms of a scarlet hue)
Merely haunt me in my reveries of you,
My sable-haired angel of rapture and rue.
And so Saturn ascends,
As the over-brush bends
Beyond my pea coat, tasting of brine.
I shall drown myself in the ocean's soft wine,
And steal from its Sirens songs of bliss,
Sailing to the East- to the shores of Boston,
To the grasses of Harvard- to eternal happiness,
Where I, Dionysus, married you, the Apollonian! 

(Chapter III Songs Of Rue)

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(C) Copyright 2014

JUNE

JUNE

We came back from the amber beach,
With sunlight in our astonished eyes.
Our hearts arose up high to reach
The lindens sighing to the skies.

The meadow of sallow, russet grass
Feels wet beneath your dress of white.
As you trail through the dew-kissed reeds you pass,
You live for my kiss, and the nascent night
Which ascends with starry, turquoise wines.
We walk to the summerhouse, clad with vines;
By the broad, stony brook, framed with eglantines,
Among the statues of the belvedere,
Amid the colonnades, and the teeming walls,
We embrace beneath the beads of the waterfalls,
Now high, now low, now far, now near.

Your joy betrays soft, glistening tears,
The wind is laced with sanguine beers:
Ales of the season; Chablis, rum, poured in the dark;

We shall rest in the cellar, then walk to the park,
Where the boughs speak of love,
Where the leaves rejoice in June.
We are pilgrims of the dove,
We are servants of the moon.




 John Lars Zwerenz