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. To The Tune Of The Coventry Carol 4/8/2010
4. Tender Only To One 4/8/2010
5. The Airy Christ 4/8/2010
6. Was He Married? 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. Pad, Pad 1/3/2003
14. Conviction (Iii) 1/3/2003
15. Bag-Snatching In Dublin 1/3/2003
16. Conviction (I) 1/3/2003
17. Conviction (Iv) 1/3/2003
18. My Heart Goes Out 1/3/2003
19. Freddy 1/3/2003
20. Our Bog Is Dood 1/3/2003
21. Away, Melancholy 1/3/2003
22. Deeply Morbid 1/3/2003
23. In The Night 1/3/2003
24. Drugs Made Pauline Vague 1/3/2003
25. My Heart Was Full 1/3/2003
26. Sunt Leones 1/3/2003
27. Pretty 4/7/2004
28. Nor We Of Her To Him 1/3/2003
29. Autumn 1/3/2003
30. Mother, Among The Dustbins 1/3/2003
31. The Reason 1/3/2003
32. Infelice 1/3/2003
33. Tenuous And Precarious 1/3/2003
34. Happiness 1/3/2003
35. The Jungle Husband 1/3/2003
36. I Remember 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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Conviction (I)

Christ died for God and me
Upon the crucifixion tree
For God a spoken Word
For me a Sword
For God a hymn of praise
For me eternal days
For God an explanation
For me salvation.

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