The British (A.S.J. Tessimond Poems)
We are a people living in shells and moving Crablike; reticent, awkward, deeply suspicious; Watching the world from a corner ...
A. S. J. Tessimond Poems on Light (15 Poems)
Any Man Speaks (A.S.J. Tessimond Poems)
I, after difficult entry through my mother's bloodAnd stumbling childhood (hitting my head against the world);I, intricate, easily unshipped, untracked, ...
Cinema Screen (A.S.J. Tessimond Poems)
Light's patterns freeze:Frost on our faces.Light's pollen siftsThrough the lids of our eyes…Light sinks and rustsIn water; is brokenBy glass… ...
Night Piece (A.S.J. Tessimond Poems)
Climb, claim your shelf-room, farPacked from inquisitive moonAnd cold contagious stars.Lean out, but look no longer,No further, than to stirNight ...
Don Juan (A.S.J. Tessimond Poems)
Under the lips and limbs, the embraces, faces,Under the sharp circumference, the brightness,Under the fence of shadows,Is something I am ...
Empty Room (A.S.J. Tessimond Poems)
The clock disserts on punctuation, syntax.The clock's voice, thin and dry, asserts, repeats.The clock insists: a lecturer demonstrating,Loudly, with finger ...
Wet City Night (A.S.J. Tessimond Poems)
Light drunkenly reels into shadow;Blurs, slurs uneasily;Slides off the eyeballs:The segments shatter.Tree-branches cut arc-light in raggedFluttering wet strips.The cup of ...
Betrayal (A. S. J. Tessimond Poems)
If a man says half himself in the light, adroit Way a tune shakes into equilibrium, Or approximates to a ...
Empty Room (A. S. J. Tessimond Poems)
The clock disserts on punctuation, syntax. The clock's voice, thin and dry, asserts, repeats. The clock insists: a lecturer demonstrating, ...
Cinema Screen (A. S. J. Tessimond Poems)
Light's patterns freeze: Frost on our faces. Light's pollen sifts Through the lids of our eyes ... Light sinks and ...
The British (A. S. J. Tessimond Poems)
We are a people living in shells and moving Crablike; reticent, awkward, deeply suspicious; Watching the world from a corner ...
Any Man Speaks (A. S. J. Tessimond Poems)
I, after difficult entry through my mother's blood And stumbling childhood (hitting my head against the world); I, intricate, easily ...
Don Juan (A. S. J. Tessimond Poems)
Under the lips and limbs, the embraces, faces, Under the sharp circumference, the brightness, Under the fence of shadows, Is ...
Wet City Night (A. S. J. Tessimond Poems)
Light drunkenly reels into shadow; Blurs, slurs uneasily; Slides off the eyeballs: The segments shatter. Tree-branches cut arc-light in ragged ...
Night Piece (A. S. J. Tessimond Poems)
Climb, claim your shelf-room, far Packed from inquisitive moon And cold contagious stars. Lean out, but look no longer, No ...