Stevie Smith Poems

Deeply morbid deeply morbid was the girl who typed the letters
Always out of office hours running with her social betters
But when daylight and the darkness of the office closed about her
Not for this ah not for this her office colleagues came to doubt her
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I like to get off with people,
I like to lie in their arms
I like to be held and lightly kissed,
Safe from all alarms.
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Do not despair of man, and do not scold him,
Who are you that you should so lightly hold him?
Are you not also a man, and in your heart
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The shadow was so black,
I thought it was a cat,
But once in to it
I knew it
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My heart goes out to my Creator in love
Who gave me Death, as end and remedy.
All living creatures come to quiet Death
For him to eat up their activity
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Christ died for God and me
Upon the crucifixion tree
For God a spoken Word
For me a Sword
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Sisely
Walked so nicely
With footsteps so discreet
To see her pass
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Our Bog is dood, our Bog is dood,
They lisped in accents mild,
But when I asked them to explain
They grew a little wild.
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