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As the resident poet at EcoHealth Alliance, my verse finds inspiration these days in the spectre of global pandemics. At LMU Munich's Amerika-Institut, where I tutor composition and poetics, I'm anatomizing the sonnets of E. A. Robinson for my dissertation. I also teach at Münchner Volkshochschule and Amerikahaus.

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The Odyssey

by Andrew Lang

As one that for a weary space has lain  
  Lull'd by the song of Circe and her wine  
  In gardens near the pale of Proserpine,  
Where that Ææan isle forgets the main,  
And only the low lutes of love complain,         
  And only shadows of wan lovers pine—  
  As such an one were glad to know the brine  
Salt on his lips, and the large air again—  
So gladly from the songs of modern speech  
  Men turn, and see the stars, and feel the free  
    Shrill wind beyond the close of heavy flowers,  
    And through the music of the languid hours  
They hear like Ocean on a western beach  
  The surge and thunder of the Odyssey.

Note:  A recitation can be heard here.

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