Stevie Smith (20 September 1902 – 7 March 1971 / Kingston upon Hull)
In the Night
I longed for companionship rather,
But my companions I always wished farther.
And now in the desolate night
I think only of the people i should like to bite.
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
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