“But oh how sure I am that it is so much better to have love with all its pains and terrors and fanaticism than to live untouched the life of the vegetable. But how it tears one, and how unruhig… — Stevie Smith Copy Share Image
I only asked my friends to be friendly and polite, I found them indifferent and censorious; The one I left to silence, the other… — Stevie Smith Copy Share Image
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life… — Stevie Smith Copy Share Image
“Wild creatures' eyes, the colonel said, Are innocent and fathomless And when I look at them I see That they are not aware of… — Stevie Smith Copy Share Image
“Raise from your bed of languor Raise from your bed of dismay Your friends will not come tomorrow As they did not come today… — Stevie Smith Copy Share Image
“There is a god in whom I do not believe Yet to this god my love stretches, This god whom I do not believe… — Stevie Smith Copy Share Image
So I fancy my Muse says, when I wish to die, Oh no, Oh no, we are not yet friends enough, And Virtue also… — Stevie Smith Copy Share Image
If a lady comes up to you and tells you that your dear mama is lying in a faint on the pavement round the… — Stevie Smith Copy Share Image
I like food, I like stripping vegetables of their skins, I like to have a slim young parsnip under my knife. — Stevie Smith Copy Share Image
Death's not a separation or alteration or parting; it's just a one-handled door. — Stevie Smith Copy Share Image
The flower and fruit of love are mine The ant, the fieldmouse and the mole — Stevie Smith Copy Share Image
“Prate not to me of suicide, Faint heart in battle, not for pride I say Endure, but that such end denied Makes welcomer yet… — Stevie Smith Copy Share Image
It is an amiable part of human nature, that we should love our animals; it is even better to love them to the point… — Stevie Smith Copy Share Image
My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told. — Stevie Smith Copy Share Image
There are moments of despair that come sometimes, when night sets in and a white fog presses against the windows. Then our house changes… — Stevie Smith Copy Share Image
Fourteen-year-old, why must you giggle and dote, Fourteen-year-old, why are you such a goat? I'm fourteen years old, that is the reason, I giggle… — Stevie Smith Copy Share Image
