Andrew Wyeth, Painter, Dies at 91 by L.S. Klatt A weathered barn on a hilltop; a nude woman sprawled on the slope below.   A giant squid rises out of a hayfield, & the barn is compassed in tentacles then a cloud of ink.   A man with a fountain pen in his hand & a pitchfork in his back   walks the cow-path around the barn & tells the beauty on the hill   to step to it. It's as if her freckled skin is newly charcoaled & the hayloft   a smokescreen. The cows can't be heard for certain within the inkblot but deer   creep to the edge of the field on delicate feet.