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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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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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