Stevie Smith

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

Pad, Pad - Poem by Stevie Smith

I always remember your beautiful flowers
And the beautiful kimono you wore
When you sat on the couch
With that tigerish crouch
And told me you loved me no more.

What I cannot remember is how I felt when you were unkind
All I know is, if you were unkind now I should not mind.
Ah me, the power to feel exaggerated, angry and sad
The years have taken from me. Softly I go now, pad pad.


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  • Rookie - 37 Points Colleen Courtney (5/18/2014 12:42:00 PM)

    Not one of the better poems from the poet. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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