This poem is taken from PN Review 258, Volume 47 Number 4, March - April 2021.
From gridlines
after Agnes Martin
‘The Peach’ 1964
graphite and ink on paper
mounted on board
well, it’s forgotten now
that peach I knew
I bit into
that gave me back
only beige, graphite,
ink, sanity
and orchard after orchard
grid
some days I also search
for its certainty
with tape or string
a T-square, pencil
or paint. I lean into it
here and there a tremor
in my hand indicates
...
‘The Peach’ 1964
graphite and ink on paper
mounted on board
well, it’s forgotten now
that peach I knew
I bit into
that gave me back
only beige, graphite,
ink, sanity
and orchard after orchard
grid
some days I also search
for its certainty
with tape or string
a T-square, pencil
or paint. I lean into it
here and there a tremor
in my hand indicates
...
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