In Switzerland, I studied life

In Switzerland, I studied life

In Switzerland, I studied life;

My sadness was sweet, but

It was the Lake Zurich that killed me more than once.

I held the swans to my breast, I called them, coo coo, I called,

Amidst the rich patrons of the public wealth on the Golden Coast

Of the Lake.

What I could have accomplished there was never known to be.

What was done there was not accomplished but merely done.

I ate in strange quarters when I roamed decidedly wayward and dangerously,

Destruction and ramparts.

- Antol Cordua (c) 2017