Untitled #12, 1981

after Agnes Martin

 

Agnes must have wanted me to see innocence or happiness
when looking at this painting. But all I see is the gathering

of pink at the bottom. For every woman, there is a man who
is nearby. Every woman has asked a tree a question. If you

ask a tree too many questions, it will fall down. You can hear

a tree take its last breath, it sounds like gurgling. All the
answers are in the gurgling. A woman just shut a window

because of someone staring in. I can’t look at the window

without thinking man. Or kidnap. Or knife. I prefer the words
of things I can’t see, such as wind, now, exist. Is it possible to

separate a woman from her life? For a life to just be a life? For
the art to be down the road from the paint? Just once I want
to look in the mirror and wonder, What is that?

Published:

Victoria Chang

Victoria Chang’s most recent poetry collections are Tree of Knowledge (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, forthcoming 2026) and With My Back to the World (FSG, 2024). The latter was a finalist for the Kingsley Tufts Poetry Award and the PEN/Jean Stein Book Award and won the Forward Prize. An earlier collection, OBIT (Copper Canyon Press, 2020), was longlisted for the National Book Award and was named a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award and the Griffin International Poetry Prize. Chang has also received a Guggenheim Fellowship, a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship, and the Chowdhury Prize in Literature. She is the Bourne Chair in Poetry at Georgia Tech and director of Poetry@Tech. You can find her at www.victoriachangpoet.com. (updated 4/2026)

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