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Mark Olival-Bartley studied applied linguistics at Hawaii Pacific University, attaining B.A. and M.A. degrees in Teaching English as a Second Language, and poetry at the City College of New York. He is now writing a dissertation on the sonnets of E. A. Robinson at LMU, where he tutors composition alongside editing flyers on poetry and style. His poems and translations have appeared in journals on both sides of the Atlantic. He is the resident poet at EcoHealth, where his science-themed verse is regularly featured, and a senior copyeditor at Review of International American Studies. He also teaches at Münchner Volkshochschule and leads the Amerikahaus Literaturkreis.


The Sonnet

by William Wordsworth

Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room, 
  And hermits are contented with their cells, 
  And students with their pensive citadels; 
Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, 
Sit blithe and happy; bees that soar for bloom,       
  High as the highest peak of Furness fells, 
  Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells: 
In truth the prison unto which we doom 
Ourselves no prison is: and hence for me, 
  In sundry moods, 'twas pastime to be bound  
  Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground; 
Pleased if some souls (for such there needs must be) 
Who have felt the weight of too much liberty, 
  Should find brief solace there, as I have found.

Note:  A recitation can be heard here.

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