Stevie Smith

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I don't think Auden liked my poetry very much, he's very Anglican.
- Stevie Smith
Collection: Poetry
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All poetry has to do is to make a strong communication. All the poet has to do is listen. The poet is not an important fellow. There will also be another poet.
- Stevie Smith
Collection: Poetry
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This Englishwoman is so refined, She has no bosom and no behind.
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I'm alive today, therefore I'm just as much a part of our time as everybody else. The times will just have to enlarge themselves to make room for me, won't they, and for everybody else.
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Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning. I was much further out than you thought, and not waving but drowning. I was much too far out all my life, And not waving but drowning.
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I may be smelly and I may be old, Rough in my pebbles, reedy in my pools, But where my fish float by I bless their swimming, And I like the people to bathe in me especially women.
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Life may be treacherous, but you can always depend on death.
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Collection: May
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The human creature is alone in his carapace. Poetry is a strong way out.
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Collection: Strong
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The sea was angry that day my friend, like an old man trying to send back soup at a deli.
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Collection: Men
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Why does my muse only speak when she is uhnhappy? She does not, I only listen when I am unhappy.
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Collection: Unhappy
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A great artist ... takes what he did not make and makes of it something that only he can make.
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Collection: Artist
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I love people, but I love the thought and memory of them just as much.
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Collection: Memories
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If there wasn't death, I think you couldn't go on.
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Collection: Death
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Death's not a separation or alteration or parting; it's just a one-handled door.
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Collection: Grief
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People who are always praising the past And especially the time of faith as best Ought to go and live in the Middle Ages And be burnt at the stake as witches and sages.
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Collection: Past
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Marriage I think For women Is the best of opiates. It kills the thoughts That think about the thoughts, It is the best of opiates. So said Maria. But too long in solitude she'd dwelt, And too long her thoughts had felt Their strength. So when the man drew near, Out popped her thoughts and covered him with fear. Poor Maria! Better that she had kept her thoughts on a chain, For now she's alone again and all in pain; She sighs for the man that went and the thoughts that stay To trouble her dreams by night and her dreams by day.
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Collection: Dream
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The religion of Christianity Is mixed of sweetness and cruelty Reject this Sweetness, for she wears A smoky dress out of hell fires.
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Collection: Fire
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A man may forgive many wrongs, but he cannot easily forgive anyone who makes it plain that his conversation is tedious.
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Collection: Men
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There are moments of despair that come sometimes, when night sets in and a white fog presses against the windows. Then our house changes its shape, rears up and becomes a place of despair. Then fear and rage run simply--and the thought of Death as a friend. This is the simplest of thoughts, that Death must come when we call, although he is a god.
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Collection: Running
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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.
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Collection: Tired
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Not Waving but Drowning 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 for him his heart gave way, They said. 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.
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Collection: Heart
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I like food, I like stripping vegetables of their skins, I like to have a slim young parsnip under my knife.
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Collection: Food
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I'll have your heart, if not by gift my knife Shall carve it out. I'll have your heart, your life.
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Collection: Heart
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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.
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Collection: Cold
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Life in the [London] suburb is richer at the lower levels. At these levels the people are not self-conscious at all, they are at liberty to be as eccentric as they please, they do not know that they are eccentric.
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Collection: Self
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I like to see cats in movement. A galloping cat is a fine sight. See it cross the road in a streak, cursed by the drivers of motor cars and buses, dodging the butcher's bicycle, coming safe to the kerb and bellying under its home gate.
- Stevie Smith
Collection: Home
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O happy dogs of England, Bark well at errand boys, If you lived anywhere else, You would not be allowed to make such an infernal noise.
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Collection: Dog
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My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.
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Collection: Wish
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My heart was full of softening showers, I used to swing like this for hours, I did not care for war or death, I was glad to draw my breath.
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Collection: War
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There can be no good art that is international. Art to be vigorous and gesund must use the material at hand.
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Collection: Art
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Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go.
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Collection: Love Is
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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.
- Stevie Smith
Collection: Running
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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.
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Collection: Dark
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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.
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Collection: East
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The flower and fruit of love are mine The ant, the fieldmouse and the mole
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Collection: Flower
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all tamed animals are nervous, we have given them reason to be, not only by cruelty but by our love too, that presses upon them. They have not been able to be entirely indifferent to this and untouched by it.
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Collection: Animal
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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.
- Stevie Smith
Collection: Depressing
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Christianity in the suburb is cheerful. The church is a centre of social activity and those who go to church need never be lonely.
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Collection: Christian
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Unpopular, lonely and loving, Elinor need not trouble, For if she were not so loving, She would not be so miserable.
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Collection: Lonely
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See the cat at love, rolling with its sweetheart, up and over, with shriek and moan. But if a person comes by, they break away, sit separate upon a fence washing their faces - and might never have met at all.
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Collection: Cat
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Youth is an arithmetical statement of passing interest, each hour eats it up.
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Collection: Youth
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It is an amiable part of human nature, that we should love our animals; it is even better to love them to the point of folly, than not to love them at all.
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Collection: Animal
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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.
- Stevie Smith
Collection: Pain
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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.
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Collection: Wish To Die
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Colours are what drive me most strongly.
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Collection: Colour
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one never knows really how things are with other people, they just do always seem more spirited than oneself somehow.
- Stevie Smith
Collection: People