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A.S.J. Tessimond's Poetry, by popularity

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  • Within the church
    The solemn priests advance,
    10 lines
  • In love's dances, in love's dances
    One retreats and one advances,
    23 lines
  • Acknowledge the drum's whisper.
    Yield to its velvet
    19 lines, 1 comment
  • The tube lift mounts,
    sap in a stem,
    9 lines
  • Is it sounds
    converging,
    23 lines
  • It is time to give that-of-myself which I could not at first:
    To offer you now at last my least and my worst:
    18 lines
  • We are a people living in shells and moving
    Crablike; reticent, awkward, deeply suspicious;
    25 lines
  • Wouldn't you say,
    Wouldn't you say: one day,
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • 1
    (Windless Summer)
    12 lines, 2 comments
  • Green sea-tarnished copper
    And sea-tarnished gold
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Light drunkenly reels into shadow;
    Blurs, slurs uneasily;
    12 lines
  • Under the lips and limbs, the embraces, faces,
    Under the sharp circumference, the brightness,
    11 lines, 1 comment
  • The clock disserts on punctuation, syntax.
    The clock's voice, thin and dry, asserts, repeats.
    8 lines, 2 comments
  • The birch tree in winter
    Leaning over the secret pool
    11 lines, 1 comment
  • When you are slightly drunk
    Things are so close, so friendly.
    19 lines, 1 comment
  • This is not Love, perhaps,
    Love that lays down its life,
    19 lines
  • The sun, a heavy spider, spins in the thirsty sky.
    The wind hides under cactus leaves, in doorway corners. Only the wry
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • To walk as you walk, green eye, smiler, not
    Even ostentatiously alone but simply
    11 lines, 1 comment
  • Old women look intently at Nothing when the doctor
    announces a cancer, dark fruit, under the
    10 lines, 3 comments
  • Architects plant their imagination, weld their poems on rock,
    Clamp them to the skidding rim of the world and anchor them down to its core;
    8 lines, 1 comment
  • This shape without space,
    This pattern without stuff,
    17 lines, 1 comment
  • Blame us for these who were cradled and rocked in our chaos;
    Watching our sidelong watching, fearing our fear;
    4 lines, 1 comment
  • Bells overbrim with sound
    And spread from cupolas
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • Serrations of chimneys
    Stone-black perforate
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Stairs fly as straight as hawks;
    Or else in spirals, curve out of curve, pausing
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • Light's patterns freeze:
    Frost on our faces.
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • \
    10 lines, 1 comment
  • The birds' shrill fluting
    Beats on the pink blind,
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • Suddenly, desperately
    I thought, "No, never
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • One day people will touch and talk perhaps
    easily,
    15 lines
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