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Mark Olival-Bartley studied applied linguistics at Hawaii Pacific University, attaining B.A. and M.A. degrees in TESOL, and poetry at the City College of New York. He is now anatomizing the prosody of E. A. Robinson’s sonnets for his dissertation at Amerika Institut of LMU Munich, where also he edits a poetry weekly. 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 of Review of International American Studies.



by Richard Lincke

When first the feather'd God did strike my  hart

  with fatall and ymedicable wound,
  leaving behind the head of his fell dart,
  my bloodless body fell vnto the ground ;
And, when with shame I reinforc'd my might
  boldly to gaze on her so heavenly face,
  huge flames of fire she darted from her light,
  which since have scorcht me in most pitious case :
To quench which heate, an Ocean of teares
  have gushed out from forth my red-swolne eyes
  but deep-fetch'd sighs the raging flame vpreares,
  and blowes the sparkes vp to the purple skies.
Whereat the Gods afraid that heaven should burne,
Intreated Love that I for e're might mourne.

Note:  A recitation can be heard here.

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