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As the resident poet at EcoHealth Alliance, 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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To My Brothers

by John Keats


Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals,
  And their faint cracklings o’er our silence creep
  Like whispers of the household gods that keep
A gentle empire o’er fraternal souls.
And while, for rhymes, I search around the poles,       
  Your eyes are fix’d, as in poetic sleep,
  Upon the lore so voluble and deep,
That aye at fall of night our care condoles.
This is your birth-day Tom, and I rejoice
  That thus it passes smoothly, quietly.        
Many such eves of gently whisp’ring noise
  May we together pass, and calmly try
What are this world’s true joys,—ere the great voice,
  From its fair face, shall bid our spirits fly.

Note:  A recitation can be heard here.

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