Agnes Martin

1997


I can see humility

Delicate and white

It is satisfying

Just by itself. . .

 

And Trust

absolute trust

a gift

a precious gift

 

I would rather think of humility than

anything else.

 

Humility, the beautiful daughter

She cannot do either right or wrong

She does not do anything

All of her ways are empty

Infinitely light and delicate

She treads an even path.

Sweet, smiling, uninterrupted, free.

. . Agnes Martin 1973