!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Discovery by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Discovery/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>When you are slightly drunkbr /> Things are so close, so friendly.br /> The road asks to be walked upon,br /> The road rewards you for walkingbr /> With firm upward contact answering your downward contactbr /> Like the pressure of a hand in yours.br /> You think; this studious balancingbr /> Of right leg while left leg advances, of left while right,br /> How splendidbr /> Like somebody-or-other-on-a-peak-in-Darien!br /> How cleverly that seat shapes the body of the girl who sits there.br /> How well, how skilfully that man there walks towards you,br /> Arms hanging, swinging, waiting.br /> You move the muscles of your cheeks,br /> How cunningly a smile responds.br /> And now you are actually speakingbr /> Round sounding wordsbr /> Magnificentbr /> As that lady’s hat!/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.