Treasure Island

Arthur Seymour John Tessimond

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

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The Man In The Bowler Hat


I am the unnoticed, the unnoticable man:
The man who sat on your right in the morning train:
The man who looked through like a windowpane:
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  • Nika Mcguin (3/25/2014 1:41:00 PM)

    The dust fine-ground,
    Stone-for-a-statue waveworn pebble-round

    beautiful imagery here. And as a rock collector at heart I really appreciate the waveworn pebble-round bit. (Report) Reply

  • Michelle Claus (3/25/2014 12:40:00 PM)

    Love the various ways in which the poet defines his anonymous subject. I admire several of the examples, but especially the colour of the mounting morning pipe smoke. The final stanza sings! ! On a light note, Dr. Seuss's Thidwick the Big-Hearted Moose comes to mind. I will definitely read more poetry by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond. (Report) Reply

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