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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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Sacrobosco


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.

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