God forbid that anyone reviewing this booklet should throw stones! Me. Tessimond possesses a really enviable command of words and metre and hhis verses are entrancing—with one rather important reservation as re~ ards some of them. This is what Some persons might consider the most important proviso of all. The Subject of some of the poems does not appeal to this reviewer, though happens to be quite a keen student' of" modern - psychological thought. Mr, Tessimond seems, in this reviewer's opinion, to have con: In fused some recent medico-psycholosical hypotheses with matters more Vital, "The result" is an. occasional naivety of subject matter which. counteracts the attraction of its presentation, The first poem might be entitled "Birth Trauma" with Just as much justice as at. present—"Any. Man Speaks." Birth trauma is, after all, a medical diagnosis. Why" write poems about such things? This is (mot conservative prejudice against the inclusion in modern poetry of subjects the poets of old knew nothing about; it is merely a question. Why do it? Stomach-ache and corns. and inflamed tissues are, of course, very important indeed; but do. they merit poetic treatment? Perhaps, a hundred years from now they may. But at present, with the technique at our disposal, they most certainly
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