Epitaph For Our Children

A. S. J. Tessimond

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.

Next 10 Poems

• 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
• A. S. J. Tessimond : Not Love Perhaps

Previous 10 Poems

• A. S. J. Tessimond : Epilogue
• 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