Author: A S J Tessimond

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 […]

When you are slightly drunk Things are so close, so friendly. The road asks to be walked upon, The road […]

People who are afraid of themselves Multiply themselves into families And so divide themselves And so become less afraid. People […]

Stairs fly as straight as hawks; Or else in spirals, curve out of curve, pausing At a ledge to poise […]

This trumpeter of nothingness, employed To keep our reason dull and null and void. This man of wind and froth […]

If a man says half himself in the light, adroit Way a tune shakes into equilibrium, Or approximates to a […]

This shape without space, This pattern without stuff, This stream without dimension Surrounds us, flows through us, But leaves no […]

Climb, claim your shelf-room, far Packed from inquisitive moon And cold contagious stars. Lean out, but look no longer, No […]

Dogs take new friends abruptly and by smell, Cats’ meetings are neat, tactual, caressive. Monkeys exchange their fleas before they […]

Cats no less liquid than their shadows Offer no angles to the wind. They slip, diminished, neat through loopholes Less […]

Serrations of chimneys Stone-black perforate Velvet-black dark. A tree coils in core of darkness. My swinging Hands Incise the night. […]

The clock disserts on punctuation, syntax. The clock’s voice, thin and dry, asserts, repeats. The clock insists: a lecturer demonstrating, […]

The birds’ shrill fluting Beats on the pink blind, Pierces the pink blind At whose edge fumble the sun’s Fingers […]

Clothes: to compose The furtive, lone Pillar of bone To some repose. To let hands shirk Utterance behind A pocket’s […]

Wouldn’t you say, Wouldn’t you say: one day, With a little more time or a little more patience, one might […]

One day people will touch and talk perhaps Easily, And loving be natural as breathing and warm as Sunlight, And […]

Ice-cold fear has slowly decreased As my bones have grown, my height increased. Though I shiver in snow of dreams, […]