!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Last Word To Childhood by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Last Word To Childhood/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>Ice-cold fear has slowly decreasedbr /> As my bones have grown, my height increased.br /> Though I shiver in snow of dreams, I shall neverbr /> Freeze again in a noonday terror./p> p>I shall never break, my sinews crumblebr /> As God-the-headmaster’s fingers fumblebr /> At the other side of unopening doorsbr /> Which I watch for a hundred thousand years./p> p>I shall never feel my thin blood leakbr /> While darkness stretches a paw to strikebr /> Or Nothing beats an approaching drumbr /> Behind my back in a silent room./p> p>I shall never, alone, meet the end of my worldbr /> At the bend of a path, the turn of a wall:br /> Never, or once more only, andbr /> That will be once and an end of end./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.