I Do Not Speak By Stevie Smith

I Do Not Speak I do not ask for mercy for understanding for peace And in these heavy days I do not ask for release…

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Alone In The Woods By Stevie Smith

Alone In The Woods Alone in the woods I felt The bitter hostility of the sky and the trees Nature has taught her creatures to…

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Not Waving But Drowning By Stevie Smith

Not Waving But Drowning Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not…

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Happiness By Stevie Smith

Happiness Happiness is silent, or speaks equivocally for friends, Grief is explicit and her song never ends, Happiness is like England, and will not state…

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The Reason By Stevie Smith

The Reason My life is vile I hate it so I’ll wait awhile And then I’ll go. Why wait at all? Hope springs alive, Good…

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Was He Married By Stevie Smith

Was He Married Was he married, did he try To support as he grew less fond of them Wife and family? No, He never suffered…

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Pad, Pad By Stevie Smith

Pad, Pad I always remember your beautiful flowers And the beautiful kimono you wore When you sat on the couch With that tigerish crouch And…

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Freddy By Stevie Smith

Freddy Nobody knows what I feel about Freddy I cannot make anyone understand I love him sub specie aet ernitaties I love him out of…

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Tenuous And Precarious By Stevie Smith

Tenuous And Precarious Tenuous and Precarious Were my guardians, Precarious and Tenuous, Two Romans. My father was Hazardous, Hazardous Dear old man, Three Romans. There…

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To The Tune Of The Coventry Carol By Stevie Smith

To The Tune Of The Coventry Carol The nearly right And yet not quite In love is wholly evil And every heart That loves in…

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Nor We Of Her To Him By Stevie Smith

Nor We Of Her To Him He said no word of her to us Nor we of her to him, But oh it saddened us…

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Exeat By Stevie Smith

Exeat I remember the Roman Emperor, one of the cruellest of them, Who used to visit for pleasure his poor prisoners cramped in dungeons, So…

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The Jungle Husband By Stevie Smith

The Jungle Husband Dearest Evelyn, I often think of you Out with the guns in the jungle stew Yesterday I hittapotamus I put the measurements…

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Thoughts About The Person From Porlock By Stevie Smith

Thoughts About The Person From Porlock Coleridge received the Person from Porlock And ever after called him a curse, Then why did he hurry to…

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Never Again By Stevie Smith

Never Again Never again will I weep And wring my hands And beat my head against the wall Because Me nolentem fata trahunt But When…

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Deeply Morbid By Stevie Smith

Deeply Morbid Deeply morbid deeply morbid was the girl who typed the letters Always out of office hours running with her social betters But when…

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The Face By Stevie Smith

The Face There is a face I know too well, A face I dread to see, So vain it is, so eloquent Of all futility….

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My Heart Goes Out By Stevie Smith

My Heart Goes Out My heart goes out to my Creator in love Who gave me Death, as end and remedy. All living creatures come…

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Do Not! By Stevie Smith

Do Not! Do not despair of man, and do not scold him, Who are you that you should so lightly hold him? Are you not…

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The Suburban Classes By Stevie Smith

The Suburban Classes There is far too much of the suburban classes Spiritually not geographically speaking. They’re asses. Menacing the greatness of our beloved England,…

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My Soul By Stevie Smith

My Soul In the flame of the flickering fire The sins of my soul are few And the thoughts in my head are the thoughts…

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Conviction (Iv) By Stevie Smith

Conviction (Iv) I like to get off with people, I like to lie in their arms I like to be held and lightly kissed, Safe…

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The Airy Christ By Stevie Smith

The Airy Christ After reading Dr Rieu’s translation of St Mark’s Gospel. Who is this that comes in splendour, coming from the blazing East? This…

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Infelice By Stevie Smith

Infelice Walking swiftly with a dreadful duchess, He smiled too briefly, his face was pale as sand, He jumped into a taxi when he saw…

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Drugs Made Pauline Vague By Stevie Smith

Drugs Made Pauline Vague Drugs made Pauline vague. She sat one day at the breakfast table Fingering in a baffled way The fronds of the…

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Pretty By Stevie Smith

Pretty Why is the word pretty so underrated? In November the leaf is pretty when it falls. The stream grows deep in the woods after…

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Mother, Among The Dustbins By Stevie Smith

Mother, Among The Dustbins Mother, among the dustbins and the manure I feel the measure of my humanity, an allure As of the presence of…

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Conviction (I) By Stevie Smith

Conviction (I) Christ died for God and me Upon the crucifixion tree For God a spoken Word For me a Sword For God a hymn…

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Sunt Leones By Stevie Smith

Sunt Leones The lions who ate the Christians on the sands of the arena By indulging native appetites played was now been seen a Not…

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In My Dreams By Stevie Smith

In My Dreams In my dreams I am always saying goodbye and riding away, Whither and why I know not nor do I care. And…

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Bag-Snatching In Dublin By Stevie Smith

Bag-Snatching In Dublin Sisely Walked so nicely With footsteps so discreet To see her pass You’d never guess She walked upon the street. Down where…

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Tender Only To One By Stevie Smith

Tender Only To One Tender only to one Tender and true The petals swing To my fingering Is it you, or you, or you? Tender…

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I Remember By Stevie Smith

I Remember It was my bridal night I remember, An old man of seventy-three I lay with my young bride in my arms, A girl…

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Away, Melancholy By Stevie Smith

Away, Melancholy Away, melancholy, Away with it, let it go. Are not the trees green, The earth as green? Does not the wind blow, Fire…

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Our Bog Is Dood By Stevie Smith

Our Bog Is Dood Our Bog is dood, our Bog is dood, They lisped in accents mild, But when I asked them to explain They…

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Alone In The Woods – Stevie Smith

Alone in the woods I felt The bitter hostility of the sky and the trees Nature has taught her creatures to hate Man that fusses…

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