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Thanks to a residency at EcoHealth, my verse these days finds inspiration in the specter of future pandemics; for my dissertation at LMU München, where I tutor composition and edit a poetry weekly, I'm anatomizing the prosody of E. A. Robinson's sonnets—I also teach at MVHS and lead the Amerikahaus Literary Circle.

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LXXVIII

So oft haue I inuok'd thee for my Muſe, 
And found ſuch faire aſſiſtance in my verſe, 
As euery Alien pen hath got my vſe, 
And vnder thee their poeſie diſperſe. 
Thine eyes,that taught the dumbe on high to ſing, 
And heauie ignorance aloft to flie, 
Haue added fethers to the learneds wing, 
And giuen grace a double Maieſtie. 
Yet be moſt proud of that which I compile, 
Whoſe influence is thine,and borne of thee, 
In others workes thou dooſt but mend the ſtile, 
And Arts with thy ſweete graces graced be. 
   But thou art all my art,and dooſt aduance 
   As high as learning,my rude ignorance.


William Shakespeare

Note:  A recitation can be heard here.

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