Stevie Smith Poems (34 Poems)
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 not also a man, and in your heartAre there not warlike thoughts and fear and smart?Are you not also afraid … Continue reading
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 the parting is sweet and the parting over is sweeter,And sweetest of all is the night and the rushing air. … Continue reading
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 back. Illusion is a freakOf mind;The cat’s to seek. (Stevie Smith)
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 friend, we walk on the grass, And the hours and moments like minutes pass. (Stevie Smith)
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 not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he’s dead It must have been too cold … Continue reading
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 to hate Man that fusses and fumes Unquiet man As the sap rises in the trees As the sap paints … Continue reading
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 trahunt But When I have had enough I will arise And go unto my Father And I will say to … Continue reading
Happiness (Stevie Smith Poems)
Happiness is silent, or speaks equivocally for friends, Grief is explicit and her song never ends, Happiness is like England, and will not state a case, Grief, like Guilt, rushes in and talks apace. (Stevie Smith)
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 betters But when daylight and the darkness of the office closed about her Not for this ah not for this … Continue reading
Drugs Made Pauline Vague (Stevie Smith Poems)
Drugs made Pauline vague. She sat one day at the breakfast table Fingering in a baffled way The fronds of the maidenhair plant. Was it the salt you were looking for dear? said Dulcie, exchanging a glance with the Brigadier. … Continue reading
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