Stevie Smith

(20 September 1902 – 7 March 1971 / Kingston upon Hull)

My Soul - Poem by Stevie Smith

In the flame of the flickering fire
The sins of my soul are few
And the thoughts in my head are the thoughts of a bed
With a solitary view.
But the eye of eternal consciousness
Must blink as a bat blinks bright
Or ever the thoughts in my head be stilled
On the brink of eternal night.

Oh feed to the golden fish his egg
Where he floats in his captive bowl,
To the cat his kind from the womb born blind,
And to the Lord my soul.

Comments about My Soul by Stevie Smith

  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/18/2014 12:27:00 PM)

    A different type of prayer. Not sure this is one of my favorites by the poet though. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 8, 2010

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