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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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Sonnet to Chatterton

by John Keats

O Chatterton! how very sad thy fate! 
Dear child of sorrow—son of misery! 
How soon the film of death obscur'd that eye, 
Whence Genius mildly flash'd, and high debate. 
How soon that voice, majestic and elate, 
Melted in dying numbers! Oh! how nigh 
Was night to thy fair morning. Thou didst die 
A half-blown flow'ret which cold blasts amate. 
But this is past: thou art among the stars 
Of highest Heaven: to the rolling spheres 
Thou sweetly singest: naught thy hymning mars, 
Above the ingrate world and human fears. 
On earth the good man base detraction bars 
From thy fair name, and waters it with tears.  


Note: A recitation can be heard here.

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