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As the resident poet at EcoHealth, my verse finds inspiration these days in the specter of future pandemics. For my dissertation at Amerika-Institut (LMU), I'm anatomizing the prosody of E. A. Robinson's sonnets. I also tutor at Schreibzentrum (LMU), teach at MVHS, and lead the Amerikahaus Literary Circle.

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III


by Richard Lincke


Swift footed time, looke back and here mark well,

  those rare-shapt parts my pen shall now declare;
  my mistres snow-white skinne doth much excell
  the pure-soft woll arcadyan sheep doe beare ;
Her hayre exceedes gold forc'd in smallest wire,
  in smaller threds then those Arachne spun ;
  her eyes are christall fountains, yet dart fire
  more glorious to behold then Mid-day sun ;
Her Iuory front (though soft as purest silke)
  lookes like the table of Olympick Iove,
  her cheekes are like ripe cherries layd in milke,
  her alabaster neck the throne of Loue ;
Her other parts so farre excell the rest,
That wanting words, they cannot be exprest.

Note:  A recitation can be heard here.

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