!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Any Man Speaks by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Any Man Speaks/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>I, after difficult entry through my mother’s bloodbr /> And stumbling childhood (hitting my head against the world);br /> I, intricate, easily unshipped, untracked, unaligned;br /> Cut off in my communications; stammering; speakingbr /> A dialect shared by you, but not you and you;br /> I, strangely undeft, bereft; I searching alwaysbr /> For my lost rib (clothed in laughter yet understanding)br /> To come round the corner of Wardour Street into the Squarebr /> Or to signal across the Park and share my bed;br /> I, focus in night for star-sent beams of light,br /> I, fulcrum of levers whose end I cannot see …br /> Have this one deftness; that I admit undeftness:br /> Know that the stars are far, the levers long:br /> Can understand my unstrength./p>/div> p>br /> br> /body> /html>
Arthur Seymour John Tessimond (1902 -1962) was an English poet. He had a tumultuous childhood, ran from boarding school, went to work, somehow attended the University of Liverpool, avoided service in WWI and then discovered that he is unfit for military service after he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, which in those days was known as manic depression. A.S. Tessimond is a wonderful poet though maybe somewhat underappreciated poet. He died from in 1962 from a brain haemorrhage.