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All the Poems

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by Stevie Smith

Out driving one day in the Merc 719

  Outside the house 287

  Over-dew 637

  Parents who can barely afford it 408

  Passing at my pleasure’s pace 243

  People who are always praising the past 419

  Piggy to Joey 541

  Poet, thou art dead and damned 190

  Poor human race that must 620

  Poor noble Ghost that comes from place of pain 412

  Porgy Georgie 702

  Private Means is dead 77

  Profit and Batten 201

  Proud Death with swelling port comes ruffling by 136

  Pull my arm back, Seymour 594

  Put out that Light 428

  Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your hair 291

  Rather a fishy thing to do – 671

  Revenge, Timotheus cries, and in that shout 670

  Riding slowly along the banks of a canal 315

  Rise from your bed of languor 513

  Rothebât, Rothebât, the days that are gone 167

  Ruory loved the aged Edith 726

  Satin-clad, with many a pearl 245

  Shall I tell you the signs of a New Age coming? 353

  She got up and went away 726

  She is not Indian, she’s ill 409

  She said as she tumbled the baby in 203

  She was not always so unkind I swear 93

  She went to bed 120

  Sholto Peach Harrison you are no son of mine 36

  Shut me not alive away 329

  Sigh no more ladies nor gentleman at all 665

  Sin recognised – but that – may keep us humble 450

  Since what you want, not what you ought 254

  Sir 695

  Sisley 43

  Sitting alone of a summer’s evening 121

  Some are born to peace and joy 588

  Stand off, Mother, let me go! 250

  Standing alone on a fence in a spasm 123

  Study to deserve Death, they only may 207

  Stupid and self-satisfied 672

  Such evidence I have of indifference 536

  Sweet baby, pretty baby, I bless thee 693

  Swift 669

  Telly me do 718

  Tender only to one 99

  Tenuous and Precarious 474

  The ages blaspheme 90

  The angel that rebellion raised 166

  The angels wept to see poor Tolly dead 103

  The animal that most loved Hans 720

  The beast 732

  The Best Beast of the Show 479

  The big family 507

  The blood flows back behind my eyes 91

  The boat that took my love away 110

  The boating party 232

  The City Dog goes to the drinking trough 214

  The Cock of the North 116

  The cross begot me on the stone 197

  The deathly child is very gay 131

  The English are our friends of course 678

  The foolish poet wonders 634

  The funeral paths are hung with snow 19

  The gas fire 499

  The grass is green 629

  The greatest love? 718

  The grief of an unquiet mind is a thing accursed 663

  The intellectual Englishman shrank away from the bedside 333

  The lads of the village, we read in the lay 156

  The Lion dishonoured bids death come 132

  The lion sits within his cage 192

  The lions who ate the Christians on the sand of the arena 54

  The little birdies 728

  The love of a mother for her child 268

  The man Saul 143

  The midwife guards the mother’s health 677

  The milky love of this bland child 222

  The monk sat in his den 286

  The mune ha gien her loicht an’ gan 696

  The nearly right 15

  The nervous face of my dear wife 224

  The nettle and the bog-wort grew 716

  The old sick green parrot 111

  The orphan is looking for parents 276

  The painters of Spain 17

  The pale face stretches across the centuries 531

  The parrot 80

  The people say that spiritism is a joke and a swizz 32

  The pleasures of friendship are exquisite 237

  The portrait of my mother 200

  The rocks and trees in silence stood 392

  The schoolgirls dance on the cold grass 705

  The shadow was so black 199

  The stricken Belvoir raised a paw and said 58

  The tears of the widow of the military man 117

  The terrors of the scenery 252

  The time is passing now 687

  The wood was rather old and dark 60

  The world is come upon me, I used to keep it a long way off 295

  Then cried the American poet where she lay supine 530

  There is a face I know too well 195

  There is a fearful solitude 227

  There is a god in whom I do not believe 390

  There is an old man 730

  There is far too much of the suburban classes 16

  There was a careful Wykehamist 715

  There was a dog called Clanworthy 626

  There was a wicked woman called Malady Festing 608

  There was an old poet lay dying 685

  There were thoughts that came to Phil 539

  There’s a great many things I’d rather not be than dead 722

  There’s no new spirit abroad 236

  There’s so much to be said on either side 664

  These before the worlds in congress 682

  These hands so well articulated 247

  These magnificent words that I read today 568

  They do not come separately 570

  They gave him a crown of bays and dressed him up 317

  They killed a poet by neglect 707

  They photographed me young upon a tiger skin 159

  They played in the beautiful garden 266

  This Baronet is very funny 668

  This Englishwoman is so refined 70

  This god then, O lord whoever he is do receive into the city 678

  This heap of ashes was a learned girl 209

  This is my bed 703

  This is my earliest love, sweet Death 704

  This night shall thy soul be required of thee 593

  This old man is sly and wise 319

  Thought is superior to dress and circumstance 272

  Three angels came to the red red clay 323

  Through the Parklands, through the Parklands 38

  Tizdal my beautiful cat 576

  To a mere 455

  To be so cold and yet not old 104

  To carry the child into adult life 505

  To many men strange fates are given 21

  To those who are isolate 251

  ’Twas the voice of the sweet dove 417

  Twas the voice of the Wanderer, I heard her exclaim 292

  Two ladies walked on the soft green grass 360

  Under wrong trees 488

  Underneath the broad hat is the face of the Ambassador 282

  Underneath the ice 514

  Underneath the speckled leaves 670

  Underneath the tangled tree 338

  Unpopular, lonely and loving 246

  Up and down the streets they go 21

  Upon a grave 157

  Upon his loneliness and pain 673

  Vater Unser 152

  Venez vite 173

  Very louche is this dog, very louche 662

  Walking one day in the park in winter 429

  Walking swiftly with the dreadful duchess 114

  Wan 35

  Was he married, did he try 451

  Was it not curious of Aúgustin 454

  We had ridden three days Eugenie and I 334

  We have given the Welsh a most awfully 717

  We have no father and no mother 314

  We n
eeds must love the highest when we see it 154

  We shall never be one mummy only 463

  Weep not my pretty boy, grieve not my girl 730

  What care I if good God be 7

  What has happened to the young men of Eng.? 40

  What is she writing? Perhaps it will be good 350

  What is the time, my limber lad 74

  What pleased him more 529

  What shall I say to the gentlemen, mother 668

  What shall we say of this curious young man? 56

  What’s wrong with you-zie? 623

  When all was young the Race began 730

  When ancient girl is garbed in spite 226

  When I awake 676

  When one torments another without cease 688

  When shall that fuel fed fire grown fatter 325

  When the sparrow flies to the delicate branch 248

  When the wind is in the East 580

  When Watchful came to me he said 551

  Where is the sky hurrying to 575

  White and yellow were the flowers 130

  Who is this that comes in grandeur, coming from the burning East? 396

  Who is this that howls and mutters? 425

  Who shall we send to fetch him away 434

  Why are the clergy of the Church of England 385

  Why d’you believe that God is cruel 679

  Why do I think of Death as a friend? 587

  Why do people abuse so much our busy age? 684

  Why do you rage so much against Christ, against Him 486

  Why dost thou dally, Death, and tarry on the way? 115

  Why is the child so pale 94

  Why is the word pretty so underrated? 542

  Wicked and corrupt 432

  Will ever the stormy seas and the surges deep 170

  William the Dog 695

  With my looks I am bound to look simple or fast I would rather look simple 427

  Would he might come 147

  Wretched woman that thou art 304

  You are not looking at all well, my dear 112

  You are only one of many 107

  You beastly child, I wish you had miscarried 305

  You can’t look out of the window 713

  You don’t look at all well, quite loin de l’être in fact 405

  You hang at dawn, they said 374

  You lie there, Anna 655

  You never heard of me, I dare 536

  You say I must write another book? But I’ve just written this one 310

  Copyright © 1937, 1938, 1942, 1950, 1957, 1962, 1966, 1971, 1972 by Stevie Smith

  Copyright © 2016 by the Estate of James MacGibbon

  Copyright © 2015 by Will May

  All rights reserved. Except for brief passages quoted in a newspaper, magazine, radio, television, or website review, no part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying and recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the Publisher.

  Published by arrangement with Faber & Faber

  First published by New Directions in 2016

  eISBN 978-0-8112-2381-2

  New Directions Books are published for James Laughlin

  by New Directions Publishing Corporation

  80 Eighth Avenue. New York 10011

 

 

 


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