- Mark Olival-Bartley
- As the resident artist at EcoHealth, I pen verse these days inspired by the specter of future pandemics; for my dissertation at Amerika-Institut of LMU München, where I edit a weekly circular on poetry, I'm anatomizing the prosody of E. A. Robinson's sonnets—I also teach English, tutor composition, and lead a literary circle.
Sonnets, Third Series 6
by Frederick Goddard Tuckermann
I look'd across the rollers of the deep,
Long land-swells, ropes of weed, & riding foam,
With bitter angry heart: did I not roam
Ever like these? and what availeth sleep?
Or wakefulness? or pain? and still the sea
Rustled and sang, "Alike! and one to me!"
Ay! once I trod these shores too happily,
Murmuring my gladness to the rocks and ground;
And while the wave broke loud on ledge and reef,
Whisper'd it in the pause: like one who tells
His heart's dream & delight! and still the sea
Went back & forth upon its bar of shells,
Wash'd & withdrew, with a soft shaling sound,
As though the wet were dry, and joy were grief.
Note: A recitation can be heard here.