Cats

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

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Cats no less liquid than their shadows
Offer no angles to the wind.
They slip, diminished, neat through loopholes
Less than themselves; will not be pinnedTo rules or routes for journeys; counter
Attack with non-resistance; twist
Enticing through the curving fingers
And leave an angered empty fist.They wait obsequious as darkness
Quick to retire, quick to return;
Admit no aim or ethics; flatter
With reservations; will not learnTo answer to their names; are seldom
Truly owned till shot or skinned.
Cats no less liquid than their shadows
Offer no angles to the wind.
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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