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Mark Olival-Bartley studied applied linguistics at Hawaii Pacific University, attaining B.A. and M.A. degrees in Teaching English as a Second Language, and poetry at the City College of New York. He is now writing a dissertation on the sonnets of E. A. Robinson at LMU, where he tutors composition alongside editing flyers on poetry and style. His poems and translations have appeared in journals on both sides of the Atlantic. He is the resident poet at EcoHealth, where his science-themed verse is regularly featured, and a senior copyeditor at Review of International American Studies. He also teaches at Münchner Volkshochschule and leads the Amerikahaus Literaturkreis.


Sonnet 98

by William Shakespeare

From you haue I beene absent in the spring, 
When proud pide Aprill (drest in all his trim) 
Hath put a spirit of youth in euery riling,: 
That heauie Saturne laugh t and leapt with him. 

Yet nor the laies of birds, nor the sweet smell 
Of different flowers in odor and in hew, 
Could make me any summers story tell : 
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: 

Nor did I wonder at the Lillies white, 
Nor praise the deepe vermillion in the Rose, 
They weare but sweet, but figures of delight: 
Drawne after you, you patterne of all those. 

Yet seem'd it Winter still, and you away, 
As with your shaddow I with these did play.

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