- Mark Olival-Bartley
- 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.
from The Laurel Wreath
by Mark Olival-Bartley
For, like the laurels wrapped around your rings
encompassing each golden hemisphere
with a resolve as tough as ivy clings,
affection burgeons when its aim is clear
yet withers when its resolution swings
between the stuff of doubt and crippling fear,
observe how these engraven branches meet--
wound up and bound on but a single side--
to share their wisdom with the groom and bride.
Like love's impression on your goodly hearts,
the feats of grace are always incomplete
as rings that swim from where the pebble dints
will not be broken and cannot brake since
the pause of one is where the other starts.
The pause of one is where the other starts.
Indeed, as waves upon Kailua Beach
are wont to sluice with a Petrarchan reach,
the wellspring of my love, my love, departs
from deep within my undulating soul,
whose course was winding but was always true,
for it made landfall on the shore of you,
where it unearthed élan and made me whole.
If romance has meaning, it must be this.
To plumb the pleasures of conjugal bliss
that are the outright gift of man and wife,
embrace this couplet by the perfect kiss:
With promised trust and favored touch made rife,
go forth together, then, and live your life.
Note: A recitation can be heard here.