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Stevie Smith quotes about heart

British Poet September 20, 1902 – March 7, 1971

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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. Stevie Smith
Stevie Smith quote: "I'll have your heart, if not by gift my knife Shall carve it..."
I'll have your heart, if not by gift my knife Shall carve it out. I'll have your heart, your life. Stevie Smith
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... Stevie Smith
Children who paddle where the ocean bed shelves steeply. Must take great care they do not, Paddle too deeply.'Thus spake the awful aging couple. Whose heart the years had turned to rubble. But the little children, to save any brother, Let it in at one ear and out at the other. Stevie Smith
Prate not to me of suicide, Faint heart in battle, not for pride I say Endure, but that such end denied Makes welcomer yet the death that's to be died. Stevie Smith
My heart was full of softening showers, I used to swing like this for hours, I did not care for war or death, I was glad to draw my breath. Stevie Smith

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