NaPoWriMo Day 21 : In Te Na'ring

Erasure Poem from The Turn Of the Screw : Henry James 1843-1916

of course, somebody

    sees        before the fire, to which

  up to present

with    hands in   pockets. Nobody      till now, has

ever heard.    quite    horrible. This, naturally,

declared several voices

         and      with quiet art,

turning  eyes over the rest of us              It’s

beyond everything

      I remember asking.

how to qualify it.

eyes, made a    wincing grimace.     dreadful—

dreadfulness!

Oh,

     no notice of            me, but

instead of me, he saw

uncanny ugliness and horror and pain.”