Abbie's Poems

Here are 43 of Abbie's poems.  I collected most of them from notebooks and scattered papers she left lying here and there.  The latest additions (made on June 20, 2013) include some I found in her computer files that date back to 2009, and some written in the last year.   The poems are not arranged in any particular order.  Many of the poems express Abbie's love for the Southwestern part of the USA where she grew up and where we live in the summers.  Some, like "Ginevra" and "Zion, my home" are prose-poems.  

 

Recent Additions 

(posted June 20, 2013)

 

Closing Night

The Sacred Mountain

Song Words

Psalm

Ennui of the Gods

High Desert Mesa Prayer

 

 

Selected Poems

Parking Mimi

Driving down 68 today the old van rose up

My Old School  

Eye Poem

Ginevra

Death is a wind that will carry you off 

Parking Lot Knowledge  

In Winter Dog Time

In God's eyes

Taos Mountain Love Song

The Chores of Eternity

Elaine

I Will Wait

Waking In Vallecitos

I Am A Spring

 

 

Some other poems I like

“Mordechai the light, the bankbook…

I loll in time, bask in piles of minutes

Jornada del Muerte

The Writer

Street Performer

The Echoes of Zion

The Two Pillars of the World 

Haiku

Zion, my home

 

 

Poems for Aletheia

The poems for Aletheia were written as part of the text of our newest music theater work.  Some were strongly altered in the libretto, and some were not used.  These are mostly the original versions.  They are to be understood as fragments of a larger whole and intended for music theater.  We have made some rather rough recordings of some of the songs, and some include videos.  We are now in the final stages of rehearsing Aletheia (summer 2013) and hope to soon make much better recordings.  I've put links to the initial recordings on the pages of those poems which are indicated with an asterisk.

 

*Breeze blow fool of my soul

*Follow me my light

*Into the splashless pool of silent losses

*Time to inhale the fetid air and sing  

*Was that you beneath my ear  

From my window I see the lanterns are lit

air, black, blackest air

Like putty I use certain words on my face

As I behold the urbane carcass 

Deep in water a gash-toothed shark

Neither Rose Garden Kisses or Scarlet

Natural Mysteries

The Truth Singer