Retrospective, Agnes Martin

by Susan Barba

painstaking grid of immanence
appearing effortless as leaves or ice

tundra of inscape
reef of nothingness—

on a cold day we climbed inside
the white-walled nautilus

and saw the echoes of the sea.
my young companion,

if I could give you one thing
it would be untitled space

 

Published on August 22, 2019

2019-08-14T15:20:31+00:00