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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.

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Spring


by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Nothing is so beautiful as spring—   
  When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;   
  Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;   
  The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush   
  The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
What is all this juice and all this joy?   
  A strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden.—Have, get, before it cloy,    
  Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning, 
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,   
  Most, O maid's child, thy choice and worthy the winning.

Note:  A recitation can be heard here.

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