Frank O'Hara - Interior (With Jane) lyrics

The eagerness of objects to be what we are afraid to do cannot help but move us Is this willingness to be a motive in us what we reject? The really stupid things, I mean a can of coffee, a 35 ¢ ear ring, a handful of hair, what do these things do to us? We come into the room, the windows are empty, the sun is weak and slippery on the ice And a sob comes, simply because it is coldest of the things we know