To Be Blind

A. S. J. Tessimond

Is it sounds
converging,
Sounds
nearing,
Infringement,
impingement,
Impact,
contact
With surfaces of the sounds
Or surfaces without the sounds:
Diagrams,
skeletal,
strange?

Is it winds
curling round invisible corners?
Polyphony of perfumes?
Antennae discovering an axis,
erecting the architecture of a world?

Is it
orchestration of the finger-tips,
graph of a fugue:
Scaffold for colours:
colour itself being god?

Next 10 Poems

• A. S. J. Tessimond : Tube Station
• A. S. J. Tessimond : Unlyric Love Song
• A. S. J. Tessimond : Wet City Night
• Dylan Thomas : 1/1/1939
• Dylan Thomas : A Letter To My Aunt
• Dylan Thomas : A Process In The Weather Of The Heart
• Dylan Thomas : A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, Of A Child In London
• Dylan Thomas : All All And All The Dry Worlds Lever
• Dylan Thomas : All That I Owe The Fellows Of The Grave
• Dylan Thomas : Among Those Killed In The Dawn Raid Was A Man Aged A Hundred

Previous 10 Poems

• A. S. J. Tessimond : The Man In The Bowler Hat
• A. S. J. Tessimond : The Children Look At The Parents
• A. S. J. Tessimond : The British
• A. S. J. Tessimond : Symphony In Red
• A. S. J. Tessimond : Seaport
• A. S. J. Tessimond : Sea
• A. S. J. Tessimond : Quickstep
• A. S. J. Tessimond : Polyphony In A Cathedral
• A. S. J. Tessimond : One Almost Might
• A. S. J. Tessimond : O