THE CHRISTIAN
If you could pierce through shades of gray
Ringing tall towers clad with parapets of stone
Which languish in the gold of day
You would see I defeated Zeus alone.
And if you could perceive beneath the glow
Which beams among glades which frame the sea
In the boon of night, in a manner completely
In merit I conquered the verse of Poe.
And if you traveled to regal places of birth
Where their greatest boasts are their glorified kings
Compare their gems with my Christian rings
And you will find them wanting worth.
John Lars Zwerenz
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I would like to translate this poem
Regal places of birth, great write