If I lie down on my bed I must be here, Stevie Smith More Quotes by Stevie Smith More Quotes From Stevie Smith I'm alive today, therefore I'm just as much a part of our time as everybody else. The times will just have to enlarge themselves to make room for me, won't they, and for everybody else. Stevie Smith live-for-todayaliverooms Life may be treacherous, but you can always depend on death. Stevie Smith treacherousdependsmay The human creature is alone in his carapace. Poetry is a strong way out. Stevie Smith poetry-isstrongway All poetry has to do is to make a strong communication. All the poet has to do is listen. The poet is not an important fellow. There will also be another poet. Stevie Smith communicationimportantstrong The sea was angry that day my friend, like an old man trying to send back soup at a deli. Stevie Smith seatryingmen 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 paindreamnight A great artist ... takes what he did not make and makes of it something that only he can make. Stevie Smith great-artistgreat-artartist Why does my muse only speak when she is uhnhappy? She does not, I only listen when I am unhappy. Stevie Smith speakunhappydoe The religion of Christianity Is mixed of sweetness and cruelty Reject this Sweetness, for she wears A smoky dress out of hell fires. Stevie Smith hellfiredresses People who are always praising the past And especially the time of faith as best Ought to go and live in the Middle Ages And be burnt at the stake as witches and sages. Stevie Smith agepeoplepast If there wasn't death, I think you couldn't go on. Stevie Smith goes-ondeaththinking There are moments of despair that come sometimes, when night sets in and a white fog presses against the windows. Then our house changes its shape, rears up and becomes a place of despair. Then fear and rage run simply--and the thought of Death as a friend. This is the simplest of thoughts, that Death must come when we call, although he is a god. Stevie Smith fogrunningnight Fourteen-year-old, why must you giggle and dote, Stevie Smith goatsreasonyears Unpopular, lonely and loving, Elinor need not trouble, For if she were not so loving, She would not be so miserable. Stevie Smith miserablelonelyneeds 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 heartmenway Coleridge received the Person from Porlock Stevie Smith ever-afterpoetryhouse O happy dogs of England, Bark well at errand boys, If you lived anywhere else, You would not be allowed to make such an infernal noise. Stevie Smith errandsdogboys Life in the [London] suburb is richer at the lower levels. At these levels the people are not self-conscious at all, they are at liberty to be as eccentric as they please, they do not know that they are eccentric. Stevie Smith libertyselfpeople I'll have your heart, if not by gift my knife Shall carve it out. I'll have your heart, your life. Stevie Smith knivesifsheart A man may forgive many wrongs, but he cannot easily forgive anyone who makes it plain that his conversation is tedious. Stevie Smith forgivingmaymen
