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As the resident poet at EcoHealth Alliance, my verse finds inspiration these days in the spectre of future pandemics. For my dissertation at LMU's Amerika-Institut, I'm anatomizing the poetics of E. A. Robinson's sonnets. I also teach English at Münchner Volkshochschule and lead the Amerikahaus Literary Circle.

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Ode

     by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

     We are the music-makers,
     And we are the dreamers of dreams,
     Wandering by lone sea-breakers
     And sitting by desolate streams;
     World losers and world forsakers,
     On whom the pale moon gleams:
     Yet we are the movers and shakers
     Of the world for ever, it seems.

     With wonderful deathless ditties
     We build up the world’s great cities.
     And out of a fabulous story
     We fashion an empire’s glory:
     One man with a dream, at pleasure,
     Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
     And three with a new song’s measure
     Can trample an empire down.

     We, in the ages lying
     In the buried past of the earth,
     Built Nineveh with our sighing,
     And Babel itself with our mirth;
     And o’erthrew them with prophesying
     To the old of the new world’s worth;
     For each age is a dream that is dying,
     Or one that is coming to birth.

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