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As the resident artist at EcoHealth, I pen verse these days inspired by the specter of future pandemics; for my dissertation at Amerika-Institut of LMU München, where I edit a weekly circular on poetry, I'm anatomizing the prosody of E. A. Robinson's sonnets—I also teach English, tutor composition, and lead a literary circle.


Spring Snow

by Arthur Sze

A spring snow coincides with plum blossoms. 
In a month, you will forget, then remember 
when nine ravens perched in the elm sway in wind. 

I will remember when I brake to a stop, 
and a hubcap rolls through the intersection. 
An angry man grinds pepper onto his salad; 

it is how you nail a tin amulet ear 
into the lintel. If, in deep emotion, we are 
possessed by the idea of possession, 

we can never lose to recover what is ours. 
Sounds of an abacus are amplified and condensed 
to resemble sounds of hail on a tin roof, 

but mind opens to the smell of lightening. 
Bodies were vaporized to shadows by intense heat; 
in memory people outline bodies on walls. 

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