Epitaph For Our Children

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

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Blame us for these who were cradled and rocked in our chaos;
Watching our sidelong watching, fearing our fear;
Playing their blind-man's-bluff in our gutted mansions,
Their follow-my-leader on a stair that ended in air.
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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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