Never

Portrait of A.S.J. Tessimond
A.S.J. Tessimond 1902–1962

Suddenly, desperately I thought, "No, never In millions of minutes Can I for one second Calm-leaving my own self Like clothes on a chair-back And quietly opening The door of one house (No, not one of all millions) Of blood, flesh and brain, Climb the nerve-stair and look From the tower, from the windows Of eyes not my own: ... No, never, no, never!"

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