Friday, July 17, 2009


The underside of the leaf

Cool in shadow

Sublimely unemphatic

Smiling of innocence

The frailest stems

Quivering in light

Bend and break

In silence

This poem, like the paintings, is not really about nature.  It is not what is seen.  It is what is known forever in the mind.   Agnes Martin

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