Attack On The Ad-Man (A.S.J. Tessimond Poems)
This trumpeter of nothingness, employedTo keep our reason dull and null and void.This man of wind and froth and flux ...
This trumpeter of nothingness, employedTo keep our reason dull and null and void.This man of wind and froth and flux ...
We are a people living in shells and moving Crablike; reticent, awkward, deeply suspicious; Watching the world from a corner ...
Is it sounds converging,Sounds nearing,Infringement, ...
The sun, a heavy spider, spins in the thirsty sky.The wind hides under cactus leaves, in doorway corners. Only the ...
I am the unnoticed, the unnoticable man: The man who sat on your right in the morning train:The man who ...
Dogs take new friends abruptly and by smell,Cats' meetings are neat, tactual, caressive.Monkeys exchange their fleas before they speak.Snakes, no ...
We being so hidden from those whoHave quietly borne and fed us,How can we answer civillyTheir innocent invitations?How can we ...
Wouldn't you say,Wouldn't you say: one day,With a little more time or a little more patience, one mightDisentangle for separate, ...
This is not Love, perhaps, Love that lays down its life, that many waters cannot quench, nor the floods drown, ...
In love's dances, in love's dancesOne retreats and one advances,One grows warmer and one colder,One more hesitant, one bolder.One gives ...
The tube lift mounts, sap ...
People who are afraid of themselvesMultiply themselves into familiesAnd so divide themselvesAnd so become less afraid.People who might have to ...
I, after difficult entry through my mother's bloodAnd stumbling childhood (hitting my head against the world);I, intricate, easily unshipped, untracked, ...
When you are slightly drunkThings are so close, so friendly.The road asks to be walked upon,The road rewards you for ...
It is time to give that-of-myself which I could not at first:To offer you now at last my least and ...
Ice-cold fear has slowly decreasedAs my bones have grown, my height increased.Though I shiver in snow of dreams, I shall ...
Cats no less liquid than their shadowsOffer no angles to the wind.They slip, diminished, neat through loopholesLess than themselves; will ...
Stairs fly as straight as hawks;Or else in spirals, curve out of curve, pausingAt a ledge to poise their wings ...
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… ...
Architects plant their imagination, weld their poems on rock,Clamp them to the skidding rim of the world and anchor them ...
Climb, claim your shelf-room, farPacked from inquisitive moonAnd cold contagious stars.Lean out, but look no longer,No further, than to stirNight ...
We expected the violin's finger on the upturned nerve;Its importunate cry, too laxly curved:And you drew us an oboe-outline, clean ...
This shape without space,This pattern without stuff,This stream without dimensionSurrounds us, flows through us,But leaves no mark.This message without meaning,These ...
To walk as you walk, green eye, smiler, notEven ostentatiously alone but simplyAlone… arching the back in courteous discourtesy,Gathering the ...
Acknowledge the drum's whisper.Yield to its velvetNudge. Cut a slow air-Curve. Then dip (hip to hip):Sway, swing, pedanticallyPoise. Now recover,Converting ...
You cannot see the walls that divide your handFrom his or hers or mine when you think you touch it.You ...
1 (Windless Summer)Between the glass panes of the sea are pressedPatterns of fronds, and ...
Why can't you say what you mean straight out in prose?Well, say it yourself: then say "It's that, but more,Or ...
Bells overbrim with soundAnd spread from cupolasOut through the shaking airEndless unbreaking circlesCool and clear as water.A stone dropped in ...
Within the churchThe solemn priests advance,And the sunlight, stained by the heavy windows,Dyes a yet richer red the scarlet bannersAnd ...
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