Author: Stevie Smith

Edmonton, thy cemetery In which I love to tread Has roused in me a dreary thought For all the countless […]

I longed for companionship rather, But my companions I always wished farther. And now in the desolate night I think […]

Nobody knows what I feel about Freddy I cannot make anyone understand I love him sub specie aet ernitaties I […]

The lions who ate the Christians on the sands of the arena By indulging native appetites played was now been […]

Christ died for God and me Upon the crucifixion tree For God a spoken Word For me a Sword For […]

Our Bog is dood, our Bog is dood, They lisped in accents mild, But when I asked them to explain […]

Sisely Walked so nicely With footsteps so discreet To see her pass You’d never guess She walked upon the street. […]

It was my bridal night I remember, An old man of seventy-three I lay with my young bride in my […]

I like to get off with people, I like to lie in their arms I like to be held and […]

My heart goes out to my Creator in love Who gave me Death, as end and remedy. All living creatures […]

I remember the Roman Emperor, one of the cruellest of them, Who used to visit for pleasure his poor prisoners […]

I always remember your beautiful flowers And the beautiful kimono you wore When you sat on the couch With that […]

Never again will I weep And wring my hands And beat my head against the wall Because Me nolentem fata […]

He said no word of her to us Nor we of her to him, But oh it saddened us to […]

The pleasures of friendship are exquisite, How pleasant to go to a friend on a visit! I go to my […]

Alone in the woods I felt The bitter hostility of the sky and the trees Nature has taught her creatures […]

Dearest Evelyn, I often think of you Out with the guns in the jungle stew Yesterday I hittapotamus I put […]

He told his life story to Mrs. Courtly Who was a widow. ‘Let us get married shortly’, He said. ‘I […]

Away, melancholy, Away with it, let it go. Are not the trees green, The earth as green? Does not the […]

Happiness is silent, or speaks equivocally for friends, Grief is explicit and her song never ends, Happiness is like England, […]