Sam Abrams is an American poet, literary critic, translator, and editor known for his intellectual depth and cross-cultural literary influence. His poems often explore themes of memory, identity, art, exile, and the passage of time. With a refined and thoughtful voice, Abrams blends philosophical reflection with emotional subtlety, creating poetry that feels both intimate and intellectually engaging.
One of the defining qualities of Sam Abrams’ poetry is its contemplative tone. He frequently reflects on the relationship between the individual and history, as well as the power of art to preserve human experience. His work is influenced by European literary traditions, especially Spanish and Catalan poetry, which adds a unique international dimension to his style.
Abrams’ language is precise yet lyrical. Rather than relying on dramatic expression, he builds meaning through careful imagery and quiet insight. His poems often invite readers to slow down and reflect, making them ideal for those who appreciate thoughtful, layered writing.
In addition to writing poetry, Sam Abrams has contributed significantly to literary scholarship and translation, helping introduce important European poets to English-speaking audiences. His poetic voice stands out for its cultural awareness, emotional intelligence, and philosophical depth.
Flip Flop Flip
by Sam Abrams
cliffs Idra Mochlos
Cuyamungue
my damnfool trick
of taking off into
the unfamiliar rough
no water no hat
beach sandals
no compass no
map no fire
starter no tellin' anyone
where I'm going no
knowin' where I'm going
damnsure gonna get
me killed someday
hooray
hooray
hooray
The Purpose
by Sam Abrams
the purpose
of that cute little tailwag
robin does right after
perching on bare branch
is
to save & shake our world
as any fool old pothead
can plainly see
The Test
by Sam Abrams
Grow old along with me
& Tony & Joe & I had not
thought so many
the test is yet
fast friends fade
strength
memory fades
mom has passed
away away away
dad passed
away away
orphaned in this
world of
infinite contingency
infinite decrepitude
the test is yet:
to
be!
Trick or Treat You Bastards
by Sam Abrams
Karen Thompson was having her halloween pint in her local
when a couple of freedom fighters blew out her brains, for a joke-o.
Derry, derry, down, down, down
Derry, derry, down.
Oh the hed hed lines
on the morning District Line.
How can people laugh?
How can people smile?
Derry, derry, down.
KT 17, her fiancé Steven Mullan and five others murdered in the Rising
Sun Pub, Greysteel, Londenderry, 30 October 93.
