Any Man Speaks

A. S. J. TessimondA. S. J. Tessimond

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I, after difficult entry through my mother's blood
And stumbling childhood (hitting my head against the world);
I, intricate, easily unshipped, untracked, unaligned;
Cut off in my communications; stammering; speaking
A dialect shared by you, but not you and you;
I, strangely undeft, bereft; I searching always
For my lost rib (clothed in laughter yet understanding)
To come round the corner of Wardour Street into the Square
Or to signal across the Park and share my bed;
I, focus in night for star-sent beams of light,
I, fulcrum of levers whose end I cannot see ...
Have this one deftness - that I admit undeftness:
Know that the stars are far, the levers long:
Can understand my unstrength.
A. S. J. Tessimond
About the poet

A. S. J. Tessimond

1902 - 1962/EnglishArthur Seymour John Tessimond was an English poet. After studying at Liverpool University, he moved to London where he worked in bookshops, and also as a copywriter. He later moved to France. An eccentric and an Imagist, Tessimond wrote ast…

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