The poems in Gold glitter. From the lush, unrestrained and unabashed tumble and thrust of his sensual lyrics (vivid expressions of love and lust which brook no admonishment) to the measured and stately resonance of his eulogies for community organizers, tributes to leaders and laureates, and contemplations on the principles for good governance, George Elliott Clarke strives to enact Robinson Jeffers’s assertion that “Beauty. . . Is the sole business of poetry.” Whether it be in the whiskey-hue of skin or the metal of the love in one’s heart, the poems in Gold riff on the colour’s cultural and poetic properties, joining Blue, Black, and Red as the fourth volume in Clarke’s series of ‘colouring’ books.