Do Not! (Stevie Smith Poems)
Do not despair of man, and do not scold him,Who are you that you should so lightly hold him?Are you ...
Stevie Smith Poems (34 Poems)
In My Dreams (Stevie Smith Poems)
In my dreams I am always saying goodbye and riding away,Whither and why I know not nor do I care.And ...
Conviction (III) (Stevie Smith Poems)
The shadow was so black,I thought it was a cat,But once in to itI knew itNo more blackThan a shadow's ...
I Do Not Speak (Stevie Smith Poems)
I do not ask for mercy for understanding for peace And in these heavy days I do not ask for ...
Freddy (Stevie Smith Poems)
Nobody knows what I feel about Freddy I cannot make anyone understand I love him sub specie aet ernitaties I ...
The Reason (Stevie Smith Poems)
My life is vile I hate it so I'll wait awhile And then I'll go. Why wait at all? Hope ...
Bag-Snatching In Dublin (Stevie Smith Poems)
Sisely Walked so nicely With footsteps so discreet To see her pass You'd never guess She walked upon the street. ...
Nor We Of Her To Him (Stevie Smith Poems)
He said no word of her to us Nor we of her to him, But oh it saddened us to ...
Infelice (Stevie Smith Poems)
Walking swiftly with a dreadful duchess, He smiled too briefly, his face was pale as sand, He jumped into a ...
Sunt Leones (Stevie Smith Poems)
The lions who ate the Christians on the sands of the arena By indulging native appetites played was now been ...
Pad, Pad (Stevie Smith Poems)
I always remember your beautiful flowers And the beautiful kimono you wore When you sat on the couch With that ...
Tenuous And Precarious (Stevie Smith Poems)
Tenuous and Precarious Were my guardians, Precarious and Tenuous, Two Romans. My father was Hazardous, Hazardous Dear old man, Three ...
Conviction (iii) (Stevie Smith Poems)
The shadow was so black, I thought it was a cat, But once in to it I knew it No ...
Our Bog Is Dood (Stevie Smith Poems)
Our Bog is dood, our Bog is dood, They lisped in accents mild, But when I asked them to explain ...
Conviction (iv) (Stevie Smith Poems)
I like to get off with people, I like to lie in their arms I like to be held and ...
I Remember (Stevie Smith Poems)
It was my bridal night I remember, An old man of seventy-three I lay with my young bride in my ...
Conviction (ii) (Stevie Smith Poems)
I walked abroad in Easter Park, I heard the wild dog's distant bark, I knew my Lord was risen again, ...
Exeat (Stevie Smith Poems)
I remember the Roman Emperor, one of the cruellest of them, Who used to visit for pleasure his poor prisoners ...
The Pleasures Of Friendship (Stevie Smith Poems)
The pleasures of friendship are exquisite, How pleasant to go to a friend on a visit! I go to my ...
My Heart Was Full (Stevie Smith Poems)
My heart was full of softening showers, I used to swing like this for hours, I did not care for ...
Not Waving But Drowning (Stevie Smith Poems)
Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And ...
Away, Melancholy (Stevie Smith Poems)
Away, melancholy, Away with it, let it go. Are not the trees green, The earth as green? Does not the ...
Alone In The Woods (Stevie Smith Poems)
Alone in the woods I felt The bitter hostility of the sky and the trees Nature has taught her creatures ...
My Heart Goes Out (Stevie Smith Poems)
My heart goes out to my Creator in love Who gave me Death, as end and remedy. All living creatures ...
Never Again (Stevie Smith Poems)
Never again will I weep And wring my hands And beat my head against the wall Because Me nolentem fata ...
Autumn (Stevie Smith Poems)
He told his life story to Mrs. Courtly Who was a widow. 'Let us get married shortly', He said. 'I ...
Happiness (Stevie Smith Poems)
Happiness is silent, or speaks equivocally for friends, Grief is explicit and her song never ends, Happiness is like England, ...
Edmonton, thy cemetery (Stevie Smith Poems)
Edmonton, thy cemetery In which I love to tread Has roused in me a dreary thought For all the countless ...
Deeply Morbid (Stevie Smith Poems)
Deeply morbid deeply morbid was the girl who typed the letters Always out of office hours running with her social ...
The Jungle Husband (Stevie Smith Poems)
Dearest Evelyn, I often think of you Out with the guns in the jungle stew Yesterday I hittapotamus I put ...