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Mark Olival-Bartley studied applied linguistics at Hawaii Pacific University, attaining B.A. and M.A. degrees in TESOL, and poetry at the City College of New York. He is now anatomizing the prosody of E. A. Robinson’s sonnets for his dissertation at Amerika Institut of LMU Munich, where also he edits a poetry weekly. His poems and translations have appeared in journals on both sides of the Atlantic. He is the resident poet at EcoHealth, where his science-themed verse is regularly featured, and a senior copyeditor of Review of International American Studies.


To Night

by Thomas Lovell Beddoes

So thou art come again, old black-winged night,
  Like an huge bird, between us and the sun,
Hiding with out-stretched form the genial light;
  And still beneath thine icy bosom's dun
And cloudy plumage hatching fog-breathed blight
  And embryo storms and crabbed frosts, that shun
Day's warm caress. The owls from ivied loop
  Are shrieking homage, as thou towerest high;
Like sable crow pausing in eager stoop
  On the dim world thou gluttest thy clouded eye,
Silently waiting latest time's fell whoop,
  When thou shalt quit thine eyrie in the sky,
    To pounce upon the world with eager claw,
    And tomb time, death, and substance in thy maw.

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