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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.


To the Reader of These Sonnets.

Into these Loves, who but for Passion lookes, 
At this first sight, here let him lay them by, 
And seek else-where, in turning other Bookes, 
Which better may his labour satisfie. 
No farre-fetch'd Sigh shall ever wound my Brest, 
Love from mine Eye a Teare shall never wring, 
Nor in Ah-mees my whyning Sonnets drest, 
(A Libertine), fantastickly I sing: 
My Verse is the true image of my Mind, 
Ever in motion, still desiring change; 
And as thus to Varietie inclin'd, 
So in all Humors sportively I range: 
     My Muse is rightly of the English straine, 
     That cannot long one Fashion intertaine.

Michael Drayton, Idea

Note:  A recitation can be heard here.

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