Epilogue
A. S. J. Tessimond
"Why can't you say what you mean straight out in prose?" Well, say it yourself: then say "It's that, but more, Or less perhaps, or not that way, or not That after all." The meaning of a song Might be an undernote; this tree might mean That leaf as much as trunk, branch, other leaves. And does one know till one begins? And let's Look over hedges far as eyesight lets us, Since road's not, surely, road, but road and hedge And feet and sky and smell of hawthorn, horse-dung.
Next 10 Poems
- A. S. J. Tessimond : Epitaph For Our Children
- A. S. J. Tessimond : Epitaph On A Disturber Of His Times
- A. S. J. Tessimond : Flight Of Stairs
- A. S. J. Tessimond : Houses
- A. S. J. Tessimond : June Sick Room
- A. S. J. Tessimond : Last Word To Childhood
- A. S. J. Tessimond : Meeting
- A. S. J. Tessimond : Music
- A. S. J. Tessimond : Never
- A. S. J. Tessimond : Night Piece
Previous 10 Poems
- A. S. J. Tessimond : Empty Room
- A. S. J. Tessimond : Earthfast
- A. S. J. Tessimond : Don Juan
- A. S. J. Tessimond : Discovery
- A. S. J. Tessimond : Day Dream
- A. S. J. Tessimond : Cocoon For A Skeleton
- A. S. J. Tessimond : Cinema Screen
- A. S. J. Tessimond : Chaplin
- A. S. J. Tessimond : Cats 1
- A. S. J. Tessimond : Cats