Aesthetic Realism Online Library Poetry by Eli Siegel

Speech to Continent on Its Value

Magnificently, a sky moved

Across a continent. Green moved

On earth, and sky glided across,

Showing, when it glided, still yellow above.

It was a good continent; it had

The fears of children, the shudders of bees;

The deaths of many things which once

Ran across grass, and in and around flowers.

Face-having continent, all talk is yours.

Sky, you are with all victories.

Grass, you have all hesitations, withdrawals, and considerings.

Continent, take your nothings and make them limbs.

Continent, make white and yellow fly.

Continent, all that's said is yours.