Bells, Pool And Sleep

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

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Bells overbrim with sound
And spread from cupolas
Out through the shaking air
Endless unbreaking circles
Cool and clear as water.A stone dropped in the water
Opens the lips of the pool
And starts the unovertaking
Rings, till the pool is full
Of waves as the air of bells.The deep-sea bell of sleep
Under the pool of the mind
Flowers in concentric circles
Of annihilation till
Both sight and sound die out,
Both pool and bells are quelled.
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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