poet again

Sometimes all I need to do is to think of those times when I first thought myself a poet, and I’m a poet again.

new poetry

To go back to that time when one was discovering a new passage, a new poet, almost every day.

not what is seen

The underside of a 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, "Notes," Writings / Schriften (Kunstmuseum Winterthur / Edition Cantz, 1992) edited by Herausgegeben von Dieter Schwarz