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