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As the resident poet at EcoHealth, my verse finds inspiration these days in the specter of future pandemics. For my dissertation at LMU's Amerika-Institut, I'm anatomizing the poetics (especially the prosody) of E. A. Robinson's sonnets. I also teach at Münchner Volkshochschule and lead the Amerikahaus Literary Circle.

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Dream Song 4


by John Berryman

Filling her compact & delicious body 
with chicken páprika, she glanced at me 
twice. 
Fainting with interest, I hungered back 
and only the fact of her husband & four other people 
kept me from springing on her 

or falling at her little feet and crying 
'You are the hottest one for years of night 
Henry's dazed eyes have enjoyed, Brilliance.' I advanced upon 
(despairing) my spumoni.--Sir Bones: is stuffed, 
de world, wif feeding girls. 

--Black hair, complexion Latin, jewelled eyes 
downcast . . . The slob beside her feasts . . . What wonders is 
she sitting on, over there? 
The restaurant buzzes. She might as well be on Mars. 
Where did it all go wrong? There ought to be a law against Henry. 
--Mr. Bones: there is. 

Note:  A recitation can be heard here.

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