Stevie Smith

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

Stevie Smith Poems

1. Alone In The Woods 1/3/2003
2. Autumn 1/3/2003
3. Away, Melancholy 1/3/2003
4. Bag-Snatching In Dublin 1/3/2003
5. Conviction (I) 1/3/2003
6. Conviction (Ii) 1/3/2003
7. Conviction (Iii) 1/3/2003
8. Conviction (Iv) 1/3/2003
9. Deeply Morbid 1/3/2003
10. Do Not! 4/8/2010
11. Drugs Made Pauline Vague 1/3/2003
12. Exeat 1/13/2015
13. Freddy 1/3/2003
14. Happiness 1/3/2003
15. I Do Not Speak 1/3/2003
16. I Remember 1/3/2003
17. In My Dreams 4/8/2010
18. In The Night 1/3/2003
19. Infelice 1/3/2003
20. Mother, Among The Dustbins 1/3/2003
21. My Heart Goes Out 1/3/2003
22. My Heart Was Full 1/3/2003
23. My Soul 4/8/2010
24. Never Again 1/3/2003
25. Nor We Of Her To Him 1/3/2003
26. Not Waving But Drowning 1/3/2003
27. Our Bog Is Dood 1/3/2003
28. Pad, Pad 1/3/2003
29. Pretty 4/7/2004
30. Sunt Leones 1/3/2003
31. Tender Only To One 4/8/2010
32. Tenuous And Precarious 1/3/2003
33. The Airy Christ 4/8/2010
34. The Face 4/8/2010
35. The Jungle Husband 1/3/2003
36. The Pleasures Of Friendship 1/3/2003
37. The Reason 1/3/2003
38. The Suburban Classes 4/8/2010
39. Thoughts About The Person From Porlock 4/8/2010
40. To The Tune Of The Coventry Carol 4/8/2010
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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