He is in love with the land that is always over
The next hill and the next, with the bird that is never
Caught, with the room beyond the looking-glass.
He likes the half-hid, the half-heard, the half-lit,
The man in the fog, the road without an ending,
Stray pieces of torn words to piece together.
The Poetry of John Tessimond (1902-1962). Compiled and presented by H. Colin Davis
With GABRIEL WOOLF and ROSALIND SHANKS
Producer JOHN THEOCHARIS