Sonnet L'Abbé Poems

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Sonnet L'Abbé
Born in Toronto, Ontario L'Abbé received a BFA in film and video from York University, and completed a Master's degree in English literature from the University of Guelph. She taught for two years at universities in South Korea, and now works at the University of Toronto. She is also a script reader, a regular reviewer for The Globe and Mail and Canadian Literature, and an occasional contributor to CBC Radio One. Her work has appeared in a number of literary journals and several anthologies including Open Field: 30 Contemporary Canadian Poets and Red Silk: An Anthology of South Asian Canadian Women Poets.

coyotes
 
 
Coyotes wake when we lie down upon the verge of sleep enclosed,
intent upon pursuits that take ... [read poem]
eyes
 
 
My most honorable eyes, you are not in the best of shape.
I receive from you an image less than... [read poem]
history
 
 
When we are old, our eyes will open wide and everything we knew
will exit through them, standin... [read poem]
body shop
 
 
Your body’s got the wrong features?
Oh, wainh, wainh!

Its finish isn’t s... [read poem]
herons step with care
 
 
Herons step with care
across the shore: they weave
into the sand their bare
calligraphy and leave.
nonadaptation
 
 
I was not made to live anywhere except in Paradise.

Such, simply, was my genetic inadapta... [read poem]
dead reckoning
 
 
Now that death has entered you, sooner than I think it will
arrive in me, I fear to look into y... [read poem]
where is the soul to find
 
 
Where is the soul to find
its truest orient
if not within the mind
of cats, when they consent?
birth
 
 
When tears come, they do not come as water in the eyes, they come
as children you have lost, be... [read poem]
the eyes of toads are great
 
 
The eyes of toads are great
wells of sadness: where
do they gaze but into fate
to see nothing there?
child of europe
 
 
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We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day,

Who in May admire trees flow... [read poem]
sea
 
 
When I woke, it was not skin I felt upon my body. Night
had fallen over me, I wore the dark. No... [read poem]
all
 
 
This is all that we will leave behind -- a line of words and at
the end a little silence, then ... [read poem]
métis
 
 
Speak the great names: Fort Qu'Appelle,
St Isidore de Bellevue, Grand Coteau,
Batoche, For... [read poem]
windflowers
 
 
for elke

of air they are
and nothing
more

one
through ... [read poem]
to mrs. professor in defense of my cat's honor and not only
 
 
My valiant helper, a small-sized tiger
Sleeps sweetly on my desk, by the computer,
Unaware... [read poem]
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