- Mark Olival-Bartley
- 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.
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.
Note: A recitation can be heard here.