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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.

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Keen, Fitful Gusts are Whisp’ring Here and There

by John Keats
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp’ring here and there
  Among the bushes half leafless, and dry;
  The stars look very cold about the sky,
And I have many miles on foot to fare.
Yet feel I little of the cool bleak air,        
  Or of the dead leaves rustling drearily,
  Or of those silver lamps that burn on high,
Or of the distance from home’s pleasant lair:
For I am brimfull of the friendliness
  That in a little cottage I have found;        
Of fair-hair’d Milton’s eloquent distress,
  And all his love for gentle Lycid drown’d;
Of lovely Laura in her light green dress,
  And faithful Petrarch gloriously crown’d.

Note:  A recitation can be heard here.

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