Stevie Smith
Stevie Smith
Florence Margaret Smith, known as Stevie Smithwas an English poet and novelist...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth20 September 1902
depressing character interesting
These thoughts are depressing I know. They are depressing, I wish I was more cheerful, it is more pleasant, Also it is a duty, we should smile as well as submitting To the purpose of One Above who is experimenting With various mixtures of human character which goes best, All is interesting for him it is exciting, but not for us. There I go again. Smile, smile, and get some work to do Then you will be practically unconscious without positively having to go.
soul tolls lions
Oh Lion in a peculiar guise, Sharp Roman road to Paradise, Come eat me up, I'll pay thy toll With all my flesh, and keep my soul.
dark night shy
Into the dark night Resignedly I go, I am not so afraid of the dark night As the friends I do not know, I do not fear the night above As I fear the friends below.
wish cold muse
My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.
running hands long
The world is come upon me, I used to keep it a long way off, But now I have been run over and I am in the hands of the hospital staff.
tired ideas want
But one wants the idea of Death, you know, as something large and unknowable, something that allows a person to stretch himself out. Especially one wants it if one is tired. Or perhaps what one wants is simply a release from sensation, from all consciousness for ever....
flower ants fruit
The flower and fruit of love are mine The ant, the fieldmouse and the mole
east christ blazing
Who is this that comes in grandeur, coming from the blazing East? This is he we had not thought of, this is he the airy Christ.
fire dresses hell
The religion of Christianity Is mixed of sweetness and cruelty Reject this Sweetness, for she wears A smoky dress out of hell fires.
cold drowning moaning
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning.
behinds bosoms refined
This Englishwoman is so refined, She has no bosom and no behind.
friendship silence friendly
I only asked my friends to be friendly and polite, I found them indifferent and censorious; The one I left to silence, the other to reproach: God send me over all such friends victorious.
christian lonely church
Christianity in the suburb is cheerful. The church is a centre of social activity and those who go to church need never be lonely.
love-is hands bleeding
Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go.