Stevie Smith
Stevie Smith
Florence Margaret Smith, known as Stevie Smithwas an English poet and novelist...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth20 September 1902
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.
dream pain night
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.
running night fog
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.
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.
art hands use
There can be no good art that is international. Art to be vigorous and gesund must use the material at hand.
artist great-art great-artist
a great artist ... takes what he did not make and makes of it something that only he can make ...