Stevie Smith
Stevie Smith
Florence Margaret Smith, known as Stevie Smithwas an English poet and novelist...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth20 September 1902
marriage girl dream
I'm sorry to say my dear wife is a dreamer, and as she dreams she gets paler and leaner. Then be off to your Dream, with his fly-away hat, I stay with the girls who are happy and fat.
thoughtful thinking hungry
I am hungry to be interrupted For ever and ever amen O Person from Porlock come quickly And bring my thoughts to an end.
beauty nature mean
As Nature is always careless and indifferent Who sees, who steps, means nothing and this is pretty.
beauty humanity able
Cry pretty, pretty, pretty and you'll be able Very soon not even to cry pretty And so be delivered entirely from humanity This is prettiest of all, it is very pretty.
simplest
This is the simplest of all thoughts, that Death must come when we call, although he is a god.
colour
Colours are what drive me most strongly.
food knives vegetables
I like food, I like stripping vegetables of their skins, I like to have a slim young parsnip under my knife.
pain lying thinking
I love Death because he breaks the human pattern and frees us from pleasures too prolonged as well as from the pains of this world. It is pleasant, too, to remember that Death lies in our hands; he must come if we call him. ... I think if there were no death, life would be more than flesh and blood could bear ...
house poetry ever-after
Coleridge received the Person from Porlock And ever after called him a curse, Then why did he hurry to let him in? He could have hid in the house.
may treacherous depends
Life may be treacherous, but you can always depend on death.
youth hours passing
Youth is an arithmetical statement of passing interest, each hour eats it up.
wish-to-die fancy muse
So I fancy my Muse says, when I wish to die, Oh no, Oh no, we are not yet friends enough, And Virtue also says: We are not yet friends enough.
death thinking goes-on
If there wasn't death, I think you couldn't go on.
grief doors separation
Death's not a separation or alteration or parting; it's just a one-handled door.