- Mark Olival-Bartley
- As the resident poet at EcoHealth, my verse finds inspiration these days in the spectre of global pandemics. At LMU Munich's Amerika-Institut, where I tutor composition and poetics, I'm anatomizing the sonnets of E. A. Robinson for my dissertation. I also teach at Münchner Volkshochschule and Amerikahaus.
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.