Arthur Seymour John Tessimond

(19 July 1902 - 13 May 1962 / Birkenhead, England)

To Be Blind - Poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond

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Is it sounds
converging,
Sounds
nearing,
Infringement,
impingement,
Impact,
contact
With surfaces of the sounds
Or surfaces without the sounds:
Diagrams,
skeletal,
strange?

Is it winds
curling round invisible corners?
Polyphony of perfumes?
Antennae discovering an axis,
erecting the architecture of a world?

Is it
orchestration of the finger-tips,
graph of a fugue:
Scaffold for colours:
colour itself being god?


Submitted by Stephen Fryer


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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