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As the resident poet at EcoHealth, 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 M√ľnchner Volkshochschule and Amerikahaus.

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Voi ch'ascoltate in rime sparse il suono

I

by Francesco Petrarca,
translated by Anthony Mortimer

All you that hear in scattered rhymes the sound
of sighs on which I used to feed my heart
in youthful error when I was in part
another man, and not what I am now,

for the vain hopes, vain sorrows I avow,
the tears and discourse of my varied art,
in any who have played a lover's part
pity I hope to find, and pardon too.

But now I plainly see how I became
a mocking tale that common people tell,
and in myself my self I put to shame;

and of my raving all the fruit is shame,
and penitence, and knowing all too well
that what the world loves is a passing dream.

Note:  A recitation can be heard here.



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