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… — 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 And not waving but drowning. — Stevie Smith Copy Share
“Wild creatures' eyes, the colonel said, Are innocent and fathomless And when I look at them I see That they are not aware of me And oh I find and oh I bless A comfort in this emptiness They only see me when they want To pounce upon me at the hunt; But in the tame variety There couches an… — Stevie Smith Copy Share
“Raise from your bed of languor Raise from your bed of dismay Your friends will not come tomorrow As they did not come today You must rely on yourself, they said, You must rely on yourself, Oh but I find this pill so bitter said the poor man As he took it from the shelf Crying, O sweet Death come… — Stevie Smith Copy Share
“There is a god in whom I do not believe Yet to this god my love stretches, This god whom I do not believe in is My whole life, my life and I am his. Everything that I have of pleasure and pain (Of pain, of bitter pain and men's contempt) I give this god for him to feed upon… — Stevie Smith Copy Share
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
