Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
Cats 1 - Poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
To walk as you walk, green eye, smiler, not
Even ostentatiously alone but simply
Alone ... arching the back in courteous discourtesy,
Gathering the body as a dancer before an unworthy
Audience, treading earth scantly - a task to be done
And done with, girt (curt introvert) for private
Precise avoidance of the undesired,
Knife-eyed, bisector of moonshine with indigo
Shadow, scorner of earth-floor, flaunter of
Steel-hard sickle curve against the sky ... !
Submitted by Stephen Fryer
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