!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Cinema Screen by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Cinema Screen/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>Light’s patterns freeze:br /> Frost on our faces.br /> Light’s pollen siftsbr /> Through the lids of our eyes …/p> p>Light sinks and rustsbr /> In water; is brokenbr /> By glass … restsbr /> On deserted dust./p> p>Light lies like tornbr /> Paper in corners:br /> A rock-pool’s pledgebr /> Of the sea’s return./p> p>Light, wrenched at the edgesbr /> By wind, looks downbr /> At itself in wrinkledbr /> Mirrors from bridges./p> p>Light thinly unweavesbr /> Itself through darknessbr /> Like foam’s unknottingbr /> Strings in waves …/p> p>Now light is againbr /> Accumulatedbr /> Swords against us …br /> Now it is gone./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.