!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Black Morning Lovesong by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Black Morning Lovesong/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>In love’s dances, in love’s dancesbr /> One retreats and one advances,br /> One grows warmer and one colder,br /> One more hesitant, one bolder.br /> One gives what the other neededbr /> Once, or will need, now unheeded.br /> One is clenched, compact, ingrowingbr /> While the other’s melting, flowing.br /> One is smiling and concealingbr /> While the other’s asking kneeling.br /> One is arguing or sleepingbr /> While the other’s weeping, weeping./p> p>And the question finds no answerbr /> And the tune misleads the dancerbr /> And the lost look finds no otherbr /> And the lost hand finds no brotherbr /> And the word is left unspokenbr /> Till the theme and thread are broken./p> p>When shall these divisions alter?br /> Echo’s answer seems to falter:br /> ‘Oh the unperplexed, unvexed timebr /> Next time…one day…one day…next time!’/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.