“Wild creatures' eyes, the colonel said, Are innocent and fathomless And when I look at them I see That they are not… — 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… — Stevie Smith Copy Share Image
The human creature is alone in his carapace. Poetry is a strong way out. — Stevie Smith Copy Share Image
Truth is far and flat, and fancy is fiery; and truth is cold, and people feel the cold, and they may wrap… — Stevie Smith Copy Share Image
Coleridge received the Person from Porlock And ever after called him a curse, Then why did he hurry to let him in?… — Stevie Smith Copy Share Image
“I am a forward-looking girl and don't stay where I am. "Left right, Be bright," as I said in my poem. That's… — Stevie Smith Copy Share Image
All poetry has to do is to make a strong communication. All the poet has to do is listen. The poet is… — 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
