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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.

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LXXIII

by William Shakespeare

   That time of yeeare thou maiſt in me behold, 
When yellow leaues,or none,or fewe doe hange 
Vpon thoſe boughes which ſhake againſt the could, 
Bare rn'wd quiers,where late the ſweet birds ſang. 
In me thou ſeeſt the twi-light of ſuch day, 
As after Sun-ſet fadeth in the Weſt, 
Which by and by blacke night doth take away, 
Deaths ſecond ſelfe that ſeals vp all in reſt. 
In me thou ſeeſt the glowing of ſuch fire, 
That on the aſhes of his youth doth lye, 
As the death bed,whereon it muſt expire, 
Conſum'd with that which it was nurriſht by. 
   This thou perceu'ſt,which makes thy loue more ſtrong, 
   To loue that well,which thou muſt leaue ere long.

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