Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
To Be Blind - Poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
Is it sounds
With surfaces of the sounds
Or surfaces without the sounds:
Is it winds
curling round invisible corners?
Polyphony of perfumes?
Antennae discovering an axis,
erecting the architecture of a world?
orchestration of the finger-tips,
graph of a fugue:
Scaffold for colours:
colour itself being god?
Submitted by Stephen Fryer
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