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As the resident poet at EcoHealth, my verse finds inspiration these days in the spectre of future pandemics. For my dissertation at LMU's Amerika-Institut, I'm anatomizing the poetics of E. A. Robinson's sonnets. I also teach English at Münchner Volkshochschule and lead the Amerikahaus Literary Circle.

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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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