Stevie Smith
Stevie Smith
Florence Margaret Smith, known as Stevie Smithwas an English poet and novelist...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth20 September 1902
art hands use
There can be no good art that is international. Art to be vigorous and gesund must use the material at hand.
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.
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.
shadow sun
Marred pleasure's best, shadow makes the sun strong.
bring exciting share wish won
I wish I had something exciting to tell you, but if I won $140,000, my share would be 70 (thousand). That's about what I'm in the hole, so that would bring me back even.
far further lay nobody waving
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.
bosom
The Englishwoman is so refined/ She has no bosom and no behind.
behinds bosoms refined
This Englishwoman is so refined, She has no bosom and no behind.
people spirited oneself
one never knows really how things are with other people, they just do always seem more spirited than oneself somehow.
colour
Colours are what drive me most strongly.
cat home sight
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.
cat might faces
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.
artist great-art great-artist
a great artist ... takes what he did not make and makes of it something that only he can make ...
animal our-love able
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.