Aesthetic Realism Looks at New York City: Poetry

Robert Clairmont

O THERE WERE BIG RED BUILDINGS
SOMEWHERE IN MY CHILDHOOD

O there were big, red buildings somewhere in my childhood and I shall       never forget them: I cannot forget them. So far, far away, childhood: stir of forgotten things; sad things, dim       things; memories of buildings slanting to a moon....O there       are buildings now which bring to me my childhood.

 

From Quintillions (NY: American Sunbeam Publisher, 2005)

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