Arthur Seymour John Tessimond

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

June Sick Room - Poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond

The birds' shrill fluting
Beats on the pink blind,
Pierces the pink blind
At whose edge fumble the sun's
Fingers till one obtrudes
And stirs the thick motes.
The room is a close box of pink warmth.
The minutes click.
A man picks across the street
With a metal-pointed stick.
Three clocks drop each twelve pennies
On the drom of noon.
The birds end.
A child's cry pricks the hush.
The wind plucks at a leaf.
The birds rebegin.


Submitted by Stephen Fryer


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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