Author: A S J Tessimond

Is it sounds converging, Sounds nearing, Infringement, impingement, Impact, contact With surfaces of the sounds Or surfaces without the sounds: […]

Music curls In the stone shells Of the arches, and rings Their stone bells. Music lips Each cold groove Of […]

Within the church The solemn priests advance, And the sunlight, stained by the heavy windows, Dyes a yet richer red […]

Bells overbrim with sound And spread from cupolas Out through the shaking air Endless unbreaking circles Cool and clear as […]

It is time to give that-of-myself which I could not at first: To offer you now at last my least […]

You cannot see the walls that divide your hand From his or hers or mine when you think you touch […]

In love’s dances, in love’s dances One retreats and one advances, One grows warmer and one colder, One more hesitant, […]

Green sea-tarnished copper And sea-tarnished gold Of cupolas. Sea-runnelled streets Channelled by salt air That wears the white stone. The […]

We being so hidden from those who Have quietly borne and fed us, How can we answer civilly Their innocent […]

I am the unnoticed, the unnoticable man: The man who sat on your right in the morning train: The man […]