Stevie Smith Quotes (displaying: 1 - 30 of 34 quotes)
Wild creatures' eyes, the colonel said,Are innocent and fathomlessAnd when I look at them I seeThat they are not aware of meAnd oh I find and oh I blessA comfort in this emptinessThey only see me when they wantTo pounce upon me at the hunt;But in the tame varietyThere couches an anxietyAs if they yearned, yet knew not whatThey yearned for, nor they yearned for not.And so my dog would look at meAnd it was pitiful to seeSuch love and such dependency.The human heart is not at easeWith animals that look like these.
God the Eater. There is a god in whom I do not believe. Yet to this god my love stretches, This god whom I do not believe in is. My whole life, my life and I am his. Everything that I have of pleasure and pain(Of pain, of bitter pain and men's contempt)I give this god for him to feed upon. As he is my whole life and I am his. When I am dead I hope that he will eat. Everything I have been and have not been. And crunch and feed upon it and grow fat. Eating my life all up as it is his.
There are moments of despair that come sometimes, when night sets in and a white fog presses against the windows. Then our house changes its shape, rears up and becomes a place of despair. Then fear and rage run simply--and the thought of Death as a friend. This is the simplest of thoughts, that Death must come when we call, although he is a god.
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.
Raise from your bed of languor. Raise from your bed of dismay. Your friends will not come tomorrow. As they did not come today. You must rely on yourself, they said, You must rely on yourself, Oh but I find this pill so bitter said the poor man. As he took it from the shelf. Crying, O sweet Death come to me. Come to me for company, Sweet Death it is only you I can. Constrain for company.
My friendships, they are a very strong part of my life, they are as light as gossamer but also they are as strong as steel. And I cannot throw them off, nor altogether do with them or without them. And I love them at the point where they say: It is nice to see you again. And I love them too at the point when they say: Good-bye, come again soon. The rhythm of friendship is a very good rhythm.
Love me, Love me, I cried to the rocks and the trees, And Love me, they cried again, but it was only to tease. Once I cried Love me to the people, but they fled like a dream, And when I cried Love to my friend, she began to scream. Oh why do they leave me, the beautiful people, and only the rocks remain, To cry Love me, as I cry Love me, and Love me again.
It is the privilege of the rich. To waste the time of the poor. To water with tears in secret. A tree that grows in secret. That bears fruit in secret. That ripened falls to the ground in secret. And manures the parent tree. Oh the wicked tree of hatred and the secret. The sap rising and the tears falling.
These thoughts are depressing I know. They are depressing, I wish I was more cheerful, it is more pleasant, Also it is a duty, we should smile as well as submitting To the purpose of One Above who is experimenting. With various mixtures of human character which goes best, All is interesting for him it is exciting, but not for us. There I go again. Smile, smile, and get some work to do. Then you will be practically unconscious without positively having to go.
Marriage I think. For women. Is the best of opiates. It kills the thoughts. That think about the thoughts, It is the best of opiates. So said Maria. But too long in solitude she'd dwelt, And too long her thoughts had felt. Their strength. So when the man drew near, Out popped her thoughts and covered him with fear. Poor Maria! Better that she had kept her thoughts on a chain, For now she's alone again and all in pain; She sighs for the man that went and the thoughts that stay. To trouble her dreams by night and her dreams by day.