ROOM IN BROOKLYN :- A POEM BY ANNE CARSON !

This 
slow 
day 
moves 
Along the room 
I 
hear 
its 
axles 
go 
A gradual dazzle 
upon 
the ceiling 
Gives me that 
racy 
bluishyellow 
feeling 
As hours 
blow 
the wide 
way 
Down my afternoon.