Aesthetic Realism Looks at New York City: Poetry



Robert Clairmont


No daisies, violets, green or
Daffodils: nor even wide
Expanse of summer skies
Can hold me long;
But, bricks and houses;
Stones and hard cement;
A lonely street lit up by rows of lamps....
A room, a bed...a chair...
These make me glad:
Because on rainy nights
I can hear
The lonely, vibrant calls
Of ocean greyhounds near.


From Quintillions (NY: American Sunbeam Publisher, 2005)