Poems About Stevie Smith Seeking Friendly Advice

Are you not pretty, am not I;
we see within ourselves
whether we are dumb or bold,
within our minds we dwell.

If pretty is as pretty does
then fish and fowl are so
pretty they couldn't imagine
what anyone but they know.

A world could not be prettier
if waving goodbye to itself
and drowning in its own mirage
so pretty upon its shelf.

The prettiest mouse still runs away
to not be caught although it may
attract the coyest, smartest of cats
nothing more true is prettier than that.
...

What would it be if I went about,
pining, whining, given to shout,
would anyone know I was caught in a daze,
gone to a mind spell, lost in a maze?

Would, in a flurry I come rushing out,
a river of mud so careless without
a waving spectacle so bemused.
Who, in a moment could refuse
to look, and look upon with doubt.

'What is she doing out there, has she gone mad?'
With happiness, at least, it can't be that bad.

'But she is on a sandbar and the tide is coming in.
Doesn't she know her future looks grim? ...

( after Stevie Smith )
    
     
     
I was taught    
he is the weightless son    
from eternal death.    
     
But then   
out from under    
brick and mortar dogma,    
that says    
what they claim    
are Christ’s words.    
     
Hear him—    
not only on the wing,    
but everywhere air is lifted,    
     
for wind of storm is breath,    
and rushing water from a stream.    
     
Is this the way—    
where he is distant,    
all in the...