Stevie Smith

Stevie Smith

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in The United Kingdom
September 20, 1902

March 07, 1971


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Stevie Smith (20 September 1902 – 7 March 1971) was an English poet and novelist.

Average rating: 3.93 · 815 ratings · 65 reviews · 33 distinct works · Similar authors
Collected Poems
4.28 of 5 stars 4.28 avg rating — 232 ratings — published 1976 — 5 editions
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Novel on Yellow Paper
3.66 of 5 stars 3.66 avg rating — 189 ratings — published 1936 — 9 editions
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New Selected Poems
4.11 of 5 stars 4.11 avg rating — 89 ratings — published 1988 — 3 editions
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Stevie Smith: A Selection
4.27 of 5 stars 4.27 avg rating — 41 ratings — published 1983 — 2 editions
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The Holiday
3.41 of 5 stars 3.41 avg rating — 44 ratings — published 1949 — 3 editions
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Selected Poems
3.9 of 5 stars 3.90 avg rating — 42 ratings — published 1978 — 7 editions
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Me Again: Uncollected Writi...
4.1 of 5 stars 4.10 avg rating — 29 ratings4 editions
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Some Are More Human Than Ot...
4.13 of 5 stars 4.13 avg rating — 15 ratings — published 1989 — 2 editions
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Over the Frontier
3.21 of 5 stars 3.21 avg rating — 14 ratings — published 1938 — 2 editions
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Scorpion And Other Poems
4.0 of 5 stars 4.00 avg rating — 7 ratings
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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

“Into the dark night
Resignedly I go,
I am not so afraid of the dark night
As the friends I do not know,
I do not fear the night above
As I fear the friends below.”
Stevie Smith, Selected 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