On days when I'm not swamped with work or off at meetings, I like to walk over to the Walters on my lunch break. For one thing, it's free. For another, it's nearby. And no matter how many times I visit, I always find something new that catches my eye.
The 10th century Assyrian relief above reminded me of a segment from 'The Hearts,' by Robert Pinsky:
. . . as once in the Temple
In the time before the Temple was destroyed
A young priest saw the seraphim of the Lord;
Each had six wings, with two they covered their faces,
With two they covered their legs and feet, with two
They darted and hovered like dragonflies or perched
Like griffins in the shadows near the cieling --
These are the visions, too barbarous for heaven
And too preposterous for belief on earth,
God sends to taunt his prophet with the truth
No one can see, that leads to who knows where.
A seraph took a live coal from the altar
And seared the prophet's lips, and so he spoke.