Stevie Smith

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

Poems of Stevie Smith

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

Exeat

I remember the Roman Emperor, one of the cruellest of them,
Who used to visit for pleasure his poor prisoners cramped in dungeons,
So then they would beg him for death, and then he would say:
Oh no, oh no, we are not yet friends enough.
He meant they were not yet friends enough for him to give them death.
So I fancy my Muse says, when I wish to die:
Oh no, Oh no, we are not yet friends enough,

And Virtue also says:

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