Preface
This present volume, my seventh book of poetry, consisting of eighty-six new poems, of various forms and themes, was composed in the winter of 2012 to 2013. Published on the heels of Eternal Verse, a volume dedicated to one exclusive theme, that of the afterlife, this book differs in its presentation of manifold subject matters, and to only a very small extent gives reference to that same topic. A Lady Fair and Other Poems is comprised of mostly realistic verse, and it deals almost exclusively with the different aspects of this brief, sometimes painful, sometimes colorful life. It was written with the benefit of the reader in mind, not only as a work of art, but as a work of literary interest, and as a vehicle to convey new experiences, thoughts and emotions. The poetry which makes up this book, some of which are sonnets, some of which are considerably longer in form, and some of which are short in length all have certain things in common, although most of the poems differ in content and style. I have employed the use of classical meter and rhyme in every poem; hence this volume is not one of prose. In this volume you will find the archaic, the timeless and the contemporary. And in all of these aspects, I write in a very personal way, on a very heartfelt and human level, for I speak as myself. And in this book, as in all my poetry, there are no fictional aspects. Even the mystical or adventurous verse which you will find in these pages is based on personal experiences. The poems in this volume appear in the order in which they were written, and form a composite whole.
~ John Lars Zwerenz
A LADY FAIR
I ventured out one pristine night,
Beneath blue stars, to a furrow on a hill.
I was one with the rose and the daffodil,
And my steps stirred the grasses in the moonlight.
I came to a garden at the top of the down.
There leafy boughs were scarlet and bent,
In the sweet, summer air, so very redolent,
Over ponds in the umbrage, smooth and brown.
An old, iron archway marked the marble square
Which led to a castle, ancient and grand.
On its tower was a balcony, perched high above the land,
Where stood a lovely maiden, a lady fair.
She looked at me and smiled with a gaze
That left me transfixed in the sun’s carmine rays.
Then all became still as our minds did intertwine,
Among the dappled daisies, and the roving of the vine.
A VOYAGE TO CYPRUS
I ferried eastward, leaving Cythera, her wine,
Her temples of ivory, her boundless plains
Far, far behind me, as Macedonian rains
Filled the vast Aegean’s brine.
And in that flowery Ionian wake
I encountered wanton zephyrs of blue,
Where Sirens, Aphrodite’s retinue,
Sang solely for my sake.
I arrived on the green of the Cyprian shore,
Whistling as a troubadour,
As the sun rose, burgeoning with gold and carmine.
I came upon a courtyard, and the roving of the vine,
Near the temple of Apollo,
In the diamond cradle of a scented billow.
And there in that square, wandering through dahlias
Strolled Pygmalion’s beloved wife,
Enjoying her nuptial, graceful life,
Singing as a statue moonlit sonatas.
In my seafaring boots, I walked to a glade
Where the radiant, fair Adonis drew
From far away, from the Olympian dew,
Lustful Aphrodite. (And he loved her in the shade.)
Then with a whisper, the Mycenae breeze
Called me back to the port, to the song of the seas,
Where I sat in a garden next to the harbor,
In a wistful arbor
Of ecstasies.
~ John Lars Zwerenz
Paris, France
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