Stevie Smith Thought Poems

  • 1.
    The shadow was so black,
    I thought it was a cat,
    But once in to it
    I knew it
    ...
  • 2.
    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
    ...
  • 3.
    Nobody heard him, the dead man,
    But still he lay moaning:
    I was much further out than you thought
    And not waving but drowning.
    ...
  • 4.
    The nearly right
    And yet not quite
    In love is wholly evil
    And every heart
    ...
  • 5.
    After reading Dr Rieuâ??s translation of St Markâ??s Gospel.

    Who is this that comes in splendour, coming from the blazing East?
    This is he we had not thought of, this is he the airy Christ.
    ...
  • 6.
    He said no word of her to us
    Nor we of her to him,
    But oh it saddened us to see
    How wan he grew and thin.
    ...
  • 7.
    The lions who ate the Christians on the sands of the arena
    By indulging native appetites played was now been seen a
    Not entirely negligible part
    In consolidating at the very start
    ...
  • 8.
    Mother, among the dustbins and the manure
    I feel the measure of my humanity, an allure
    As of the presence of God, I am sure

    ...
  • 9.
    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
    Are there not warlike thoughts and fear and smart?
    ...
Total 9 Thought Poems by Stevie Smith

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