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As the resident artist at EcoHealth, I pen verse these days inspired by the specter of future pandemics; for my dissertation at Amerika-Institut of LMU München, where I edit a weekly circular on poetry, I'm anatomizing the prosody of E. A. Robinson's sonnets—I also teach English, tutor composition, and lead a literary circle.


After Brunnenburg

At Culinaria by candlelight,
intoxicated by the headiness
of Cathay’s song and Mary’s anecdotes
of Frost and Yeats and all who drank the bright
and polysemous, vintage readiness
expounded in her father’s verse and notes,
we toasted what the sestet means—how break-
ing dawn will flood the idyll where we’d read
Li Po and what the Anglo-Saxons said
of faring from the fountain-fortress wake
and how his silent mask from life would ache
to shed the shackles of its desk-bound bed
to join us in the journeys now ahead
and pen the dazzling music they will make.

Mark Olival-Bartley

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