Poems by Stevie Smith
Never Again
... I will arise And go unto my Father ...
Happiness
... Happiness is silent, or speaks equivocally for friends, ...
Drugs Made Pauline Vague
... said Dulcie, exchanging a glance with the Brigadier ...
Mother, Among The Dustbins
... As of the presence of God, I am sureIn the dustbins, in the manure, in the cat at play, ...
I Do Not Speak
... I do not ask for mercy for understanding for peace ...
Exeat
... Who used to visit for pleasure his poor prisoners cramped in dungeons, ...
Away, Melancholy
... To love Sighs;Beaten, corrupted, dying ...
Autumn
... But we can have some conversation before it is too late ...
Edmonton, thy cemetery
... Till Doubt returns with dreary face ...
Conviction (i)
... For me a Sword For God a hymn of praise ...
Bag-Snatching In Dublin
... Down where the Liffey waters' turgid flood ...
Infelice
... The Pullman seats are here, the tickets for Paris, I am waiting, ...
Pad, Pad
... What I cannot remember is how I felt when you were unkind ...
Conviction (iii)
... Of mind; The cat's to seek ...
Conviction (ii)
... Wild dog, wild dog, you bark in vain ...
