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Stevie Smith
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born
September 20, 1902
in The United Kingdom
died
March 07, 1971
gender
female
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Collected Poems
by Stevie Smith, James MacGibbon   4.30 avg rating — 141 ratings
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Novel on Yellow Paper
  3.50 avg rating — 94 ratings
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published
1936
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New Selected Poems
4.00 avg rating — 52 ratings
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published
1988
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The Holiday
3.48 avg rating — 21 ratings
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published
1982
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Selected Poems
3.80 avg rating — 20 ratings
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Me Again: Uncollected Writings of Stevie Smith; illustrated by herself; edited by Jack Barbera & William McBrien with a preface by James MacGibbon
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Some Are More Human Than Others: A Sketchbook
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published
1989
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Over the Frontier
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published
1938
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Scorpion And Other Poems
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A Very Pleasant Evening with Stevie Smith: Selected Short Prose
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1995
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“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 waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
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, Collected Poems
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
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, Collected Poems
“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.”
― Stevie Smith
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.”
― Stevie Smith
“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
She wishes she had not been born
She sits in the cold
No word she says is ever told.”
― Stevie Smith
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