On the way to Canterbury.
Fields. Dairy.
What is late August doing with the light
from Agnes Martin to this Cathedral bound
walled city?
Who let the dogs in?
Bad theology.
Still, many questions
medieval and otherwise.
Agnes thinks in squares. Or not.
Layered resolutions vague the plot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Two favorite subjects in one poem! But does Agnes think in squsres? or in Lines? And speaking of lines, these ekphrastic lines, o my thank you! Joan