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Thanks to a residency at EcoHealth, my verse these days finds inspiration in the specter of future pandemics; for my dissertation at LMU M√ľnchen, where I tutor and edit circulars on poetics and composition, I'm anatomizing the prosody of Robinson's sonnets—I also teach at MVHS and lead the Amerikahaus Literary Circle.


11 May 2013

Though spring, the steel-grey skies of Schwabing weep
with us now gathered here to say farewell:
Forgive our grieving and the tears that sweep
within us, wave-like, as a torrent's swell

of memories--how just your soul would share
unfettered joy and kindness with us all;
how genuine your honest love was fair;
and how, in us, you only goodness saw--

are met with mourning, Jesse, for we've lost
you to eternity and let you go
amid our songs and psalms and hearts now crossed.
Your light has left ours heartened and aglow.

Mark Olival-Bartley

Note:  A recitation can be heard here.

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