Stevie Smith

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

Stevie Smith Poems

1. Exeat 1/13/2015
2. The Face 4/8/2010
3. Was He Married? 4/8/2010
4. Tender Only To One 4/8/2010
5. The Airy Christ 4/8/2010
6. To The Tune Of The Coventry Carol 4/8/2010
7. The Suburban Classes 4/8/2010
8. Thoughts About The Person From Porlock 4/8/2010
9. Do Not! 4/8/2010
10. My Soul 4/8/2010
11. In My Dreams 4/8/2010
12. Conviction (Ii) 1/3/2003
13. Conviction (Iii) 1/3/2003
14. Pad, Pad 1/3/2003
15. Conviction (Iv) 1/3/2003
16. Freddy 1/3/2003
17. Conviction (I) 1/3/2003
18. Bag-Snatching In Dublin 1/3/2003
19. Away, Melancholy 1/3/2003
20. Our Bog Is Dood 1/3/2003
21. My Heart Goes Out 1/3/2003
22. Deeply Morbid 1/3/2003
23. Pretty 4/7/2004
24. Nor We Of Her To Him 1/3/2003
25. My Heart Was Full 1/3/2003
26. Drugs Made Pauline Vague 1/3/2003
27. In The Night 1/3/2003
28. Sunt Leones 1/3/2003
29. Tenuous And Precarious 1/3/2003
30. Mother, Among The Dustbins 1/3/2003
31. Infelice 1/3/2003
32. The Reason 1/3/2003
33. Happiness 1/3/2003
34. Autumn 1/3/2003
35. I Remember 1/3/2003
36. The Jungle Husband 1/3/2003
37. Never Again 1/3/2003
38. The Pleasures Of Friendship 1/3/2003
39. Alone In The Woods 1/3/2003
40. I Do Not Speak 1/3/2003
Best Poem of 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 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.

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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 a case,
Grief, like Guilt, rushes in and talks apace.

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