by JOHN LARS ZWERENZ
Ode To Paul Verlaine
Verlaine, Verlaine, where did you go?
My thoughts, today, blown by the wind,
Saw you in a Kendal Green tamarind,
Which swayed in the drunken sirocco.
I can see you now, in a majestic court,
Where dream struck lovers wade by the sea,
In an immaculate state of felicity,
All bards, like you, of a mystical sort.
And your verse - ah! It was truly of your heart!
Never color nor hue, but nuance (in blue)
Gleamed upon the reeds you walked upon in rue.
How you wept in the dales when your love did depart!
Now the libraries' dust covers the king
Who made a heaven out of suffering,
And noble marble out of formless clay.
Oh! How I shall rejoice,
When, with a singular voice,
We shall be as one in the eternal day!
John Lars Zwerenz