It is possible to be struck by a meteor
or a single-engine plane
while reading in a chair at home.

He cakes night as a kind of medicine,
swallowing it with a buck and shiver.
Sometimes a drowning muse come from within

THESE ARE THE THINGS WE THINK ARE BEAUTIFUL:
Flames and money with colors. Good thick paper
rubbing between the fingertips like oil.

What vague dispassion or crisis of hope
entered the artist's head when, leaving off
his study of a woman, he began,

High above the congregation of the laminated waters,
muscular and clear, that deeply and to great

effect reverse themselves in diurnal, layered turnings,

Although stone nudes are everywhere—some crammed
two to a column, supple caryatids,
and others mooning in the Tuileries—

In the dun-colored sky
A cloud even more dun-colored
With the black outline of the sun.

Ah, to be old and rage uncontrollably,
to command the sun and moon to stop
and yet be treated like a dog,

In Bible Class I stared at a colored print
Of Michelangelo's The Last Judgment.
I looked at the swirling bodies drawn up

But suppose, Irina, you find yourself asking:
What is the word for window?
And a voice, your own or someone else's, replies