!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Nursery Rhyme For A Twenty-First Birthday by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Nursery Rhyme For A Twenty-First Birthday/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>You cannot see the walls that divide your handbr /> From his or hers or mine when you think you touch it./p> p>You cannot see the walls because they are glass,br /> And glass is nothing until you try to pass it./p> p>Beat on it if you like, but not too hard,br /> For glass will break you even while you break it./p> p>Shout, and the sound will be broken and driven backwards,br /> For glass, though clear as water, is deaf as granite./p> p>This fraudulent inhibition is cunning: wise menbr /> Content themselves with breathing patterns on it./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.