Reading one of my poetry books today (Mainly Modern published by Rigby) I found a poem called Houses, that I would like to share with you. It is a bit obscure but I felt that the poets words said something important about the human condition. It is fairly dark and speaks to me about vulnerability. Can you see it from any other perspective?
People who are afraid of themselves
multiply themselves into families
and so divide themselves
and so become less afraid.
People who might have to go out
into clanging strangers’ laughter
crowd under roofs, make compacts
to no more than smile at each other.
People who might meet their own faces
or surprise their own faces in doorways
build themselves rooms without mirrors
and live between walls without echoes.
People who might meet other faces
and unknown voices round corners
build themselves rooms all mirrors
and live between walls all echoes.
People who are afraid to go naked
clothe themsleves in families, houses
but are still afraid of death
because death one day will undress them.
Thanks for reading – go to A.S.J. Tessimond to see some more of his work.