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As the resident artist at EcoHealth, my verse these days finds inspiration in the specter of future pandemics; for my dissertation at Amerika-Institut of LMU München, where I edit a weekly circular of U.S. poetry, I'm anatomizing the prosody of E. A. Robinson's sonnets—I also teach English and tutor composition.

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The Seventh Station: Dachau

by Jerome Rothenberg

heart
dim
& sore

his hands
slow
& heavy

& so he looked,
his glory
weeping

Note:  A recitation can be heard here.

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