Aesthetic Realism Looks at New York City: Poetry
Robert Clairmont
AND I WILL BE A BLACKNESS ON A
LITTLE SQUARE OF GOLD
In an evening
A sun will be a golden ball
Floating low
Over harbor;
And a light of a sun
Will come in my window
And make a square of golden color
On a wall.
And I will stand in a sun
And I will be a blackness on a little square of gold;
And I will look
And I will say,
"How nice!"
And I will look from my window
And I will see great buildings standing proud and high across a water
And I will see many windows and many sides of gold
And I will say,
"How nice!"
And then a sun will sink and far, far away on high
I will see the tops of melancholy mountains dim with burning gold;
And I will look again
And I will say again,
"How nice!"
From Quintillions (NY: American Sunbeam Publisher, 2005)