Friday, December 28, 2012
The Rain
We met Bach, Beethoven and Twain
And spoke in canticles in the mist of the rain.
Lamp lights led the musical way
Down the effulgent path where the briers sway.
Remind me, o my love,
Of their poetic words devoid of all darkness
Spoken from their hearts which nevermore know pain.
Remind me of those charming drops which fell from above,
And of the ethereal roses, the chrysanthemum,
The breeze-blown daises, the lilacs.
Let us rove and wander with the rain upon our backs,
And rejoice in our ardor.
It is the majestic hour!
Behold, my dear, behold
How their pianos and verse
Of ineffable gold
Gently disperse
The gleeful clouds which surround the tower
Of our castle on the heights of the universe.
- From "Eternal Verse By John Lars Zwerenz"
John Lars Zwerenz (1969- ) is an American poet and writer. He is known for his romantic, impressionistic and mystical works. He has published five books of poetry: Selected Poems, Mist And Flame, Visionary Wanderings, Sonnets of Dusk and Dawn and Songs Of Rapture And Other Poems. His fifth book, a novelette, is a controversial and steamy love story entitled "An American Romance". According to Zwerenz, the book is a "purgatorial" work of fiction. It has been published by Penguin this autumn of 2012. The volume includes an appendix and an epilogue, both of which comprise his fifth collection of verse. A new book of Zwerenz's poetry will be focused on the subject of "paradise". It is called "Eternal Verse" and will be published by a major house early in 2013. Zwerenz is a mystical romantic. His writings are deeply spiritual in subject matter and tone. Much of his verse employs transcendental language and is rich in meaning and musicality. He often makes use of classical rhyme and meter in both his poetry and prose. One literary critic compared his poetry to "the labor and results of Rembrandt". Yet in his writings, especially in his verse, Zwerenz seems to dismiss the current age as something ostensibly irrelevant, and he likes to surround and place his subjects within a vaguely medieval setting. Some critics have suggested that his anachronistic qualities detract from the potency of his verse. Zwerenz owns a B.A. in English from The City University Of New York At Queens College and has traveled extensively throughout The United States and Europe as a kind of "literary wanderer". He holds a rather "bohemian" reputation since his youth. He currently resides in New York City, and is 44 years of age.
R.Canter
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
Snow
Snow
Close Homer's new book
With your adoring, ebony, liquid look
And come with me, my beloved, my dear
On a walk to the square,
To the gold, immaculate shrine,
To the belvedere.
We can pluck the many roses there
Which gleam in the snow,
Falling like flakes of alabaster wine.
Come, my beloved, and let us go
Into the village where the white brooks flow.
We can meet the other lovers whose bliss
Is touched by the grace of heaven's fleecy downs
Settling on store-front windows,
On their roofs of amber-browns
As they rejoice in the warmth of a wintry kiss.
Let us run down by the shaded, sweet lake
Covered with a cheerful, diamond sheet
Of ice and froth where the bending boughs meet.
Come, my beloved, for loving's sake!
Your coat will be black,
A pea jacket that receives
The descending crystals blown by the breeze
To bless your woolly, sable-covered back
Among the glistening Christmas trees.
For the perfumed wind no longer grieves-
And harbors only ecstasies!
Friday, December 21, 2012
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Wednesday, December 19, 2012
On Entering Heaven
On Entering Heaven
I ventured out among crystals,
Invisible to all but God.
Passing through thoughts neither prosaic nor odd,
But feeling every good emotion,
I traversed beyond the sea of stars,
Beyond the firmament's fantastic ocean.
I ascended beyond the russets of Mars,
Beyond the gilded rings of Saturn,
Above the coveted curve of space,
I gazed down upon the innumerable beams
And their roving planets
Which seemed as small as stones
Glistening in streams
To my widely enlightened eyes.
I met flowers in bowers among a wreath of musical sighs.
I met Saints and angels, one by one,
In a new, incredible diamond sun.
I heard harpsichords play
In the amber light of the undying day,
And I took delight reclining in the meads of hay,
In those wavering dales of boundless day.
I rejoiced to see a cloister filled
With blooms of summer over-brimming
With every hue of the dreamer swimming
Through every petal, swaying yet stilled
In a photograph of becoming
Which became.
And I found her by the laughing, white brook
Where she told me her beautific name,
And I undertook
Loving.
And I loved her just the same
As I did upon the earth.
And in her gleaming gaze's birth
She sang to me
A soft, delicious melody
Which flowed from the mountains
To the courtyard and its slender, white fountains
As the carriage of The King came to take us away
Into a higher, brighter light
Devoid of stars, devoid of night,
Of purity, bliss and eternal day. (Excerpt From Eternal Verse By John Lars Zwerenz c Copyright 2012)
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