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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 Münchner Volkshochschule and Amerikahaus.



Bright Star, would I were steadfast as thou art— 
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, 
And watching, with eternal lids apart, 
Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, 
The moving waters at their priest-like task        
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, 
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask 
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors— 
No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, 
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,  
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, 
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, 
  Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, 
  And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

John Keats

Note:  A recitation can be heard here.

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