- 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 Durs Grünbein
Translated by Mark Olival-Bartley
Perhaps it was the place of rest they'd sought
lifelong for and then yet soon forgotten.
They looked up and saw nothing more to see.
All dreamt of peace. Legions decamped distraught,
for it'd been so hard to find: On no lawn
nor mountain path nor strand with view to sea.
Ah yes, the moon. They recognized its leer,
this pallid Easter egg. It hung as blown
above the cities' light haze year to year.
Note: A recitation can be heard here.