Alice Geneva Glasier was her name,
And with her memory built life and fame.
At three, a fire --- the San Francisco quake! ---
Started a thirst that only art could slake.

She sudied art, but etching was her fate,
With humble certainty, from her first plate.
Like Rembrandt in his love for Dark and Light,
Gene sketched the rhythm of the day and night.

At Taos, where Earth and Man and Woman meet,
Began a marriage that made life complete,
While, in the glare and shade of Pueblo land,
She found a Spirit she could understand.

The artist --- gentle, certain, unafraid to grow,
Explored those mysteries that we are yet to know.

Copyright (2006) by Arnold Cantor.
All rights reserved.

[Written January 10, 1989. This is also not a Zigrosser poem but,
as noted for the O'Keefe poem, it was written in the same style as
the other early Z poems. This poem was inspired by her print
Cornhusking, Taos Pueblo. The last line refers lightly
to some efforts of mine at printmaking.]