Tube Station

A. S. J. Tessimond

The tube lift mounts,
sap in a stem,
And blossoms its load,
a black, untidy rose.

The fountain of the escalator
curls at the crest,
breaks and scatters
A winnow of men,
a sickle of dark spray.

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• A. S. J. Tessimond : To Be Blind
• A. S. J. Tessimond : The Man In The Bowler Hat
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• 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