British Culture · British Literature · Classic · Collection · Poetry

Siegfried Sassoon

[But, should you grow to hate me, I would ask
No mercy of your mood: I’d have you stand
And look me in the eyes, and laugh, and smite me.

Then I should know, at least, that truth endured,
Though love had died of wounds.] And you could leave me
Unvanquished in my atmosphere of devils.

— Siegfried Sassoon, “The Imperfect Lover.” Picture Show. (FB &c Ltd 07/18/201)

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