!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Night Piece by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Night Piece/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>Climb, claim your shelf-room, farbr /> Packed from inquisitive moonbr /> And cold contagious stars./p> p>Lean out, but look no longer,br /> No further, than to stirbr /> Night with extended finger./p> p>Now fill the box with light,br /> Flood full the shining block,br /> Masonry against night./p> p>Let window, curtain, blindbr /> Soft-sieve and sift and shredbr /> The impertinence of sound./p> p>Now draw the silence up,br /> A blanket round your ears;br /> Lay darkness close and sure,br /> Inverted cup to cupbr /> On your acquiescent eyes:br /> Dismissing body’s last outposted spies./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.