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Thanks to a residency at EcoHealth, my verse these days finds inspiration in the specter of future pandemics; for my dissertation at LMU M√ľnchen, where I tutor composition and edit a poetry weekly, I'm anatomizing the prosody of E. A. Robinson's sonnets—I also teach at MVHS and lead the Amerikahaus Literary Circle.


For Arvia

On Her Fifth Birthday

by Edwin Arlington Robinson

You Eyes, you large and all-enquiring Eyes,

That look so dubiously into me,
And are not satisfied with what you see,
Tell me the worst and let us have no lies:
Tell me the meaning of your scrutinies.
And of myself.  Am I a Mystery?
Am I a Boojumor just Company?
What do you say?  What do you think, You Eyes?

You say not; but you think, beyond a doubt;

And you have the whole world to think about,
With very little time for little things.
So let it be; and let all be fair
For you, and for the rest who cannot share
Your gold of unrevealed awakenings.

Note:  A recitation can be heard here.

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