Poems About Stevie Smith Seeking Honest Critique
#StevieSmith
feeling a bit silly, really
the only poet I ever imagined making love with was stevie smith and I expect she’d have had something to say about that
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and yet witty as hell
best poet I've read she could be a trifle difficult
to tell since we never met
to tell since we never met
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self isolation, what .. ?
a very good time
to avoid seeing those whom you'd
much rather not ..
to avoid seeing those whom you'd
much rather not ..
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Spiritology
( after Stevie Smith )
When I was young, I wondered
why the crucifixion was depicted
behind the altar of a church;
or, worn around the neck—
Jesus agonizingly wrenched, looking up
or down as if in eternal rest
I thought to myself, what is my purpose;
how would I want to be remembered
should I meet a violent end—
not in the agony of the moment:
even in youth, I knew that much—
but, sharing life and love instead
I imagined an energy shift
from a guilt-ridden reminder
of...
When I was young, I wondered
why the crucifixion was depicted
behind the altar of a church;
or, worn around the neck—
Jesus agonizingly wrenched, looking up
or down as if in eternal rest
I thought to myself, what is my purpose;
how would I want to be remembered
should I meet a violent end—
not in the agony of the moment:
even in youth, I knew that much—
but, sharing life and love instead
I imagined an energy shift
from a guilt-ridden reminder
of...
#spiritual
#honesty
#philosophical
#wisdom
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Mixed signals
I found my stated point of view
not a floating premise far away
solid in the facts I knew
that horizon ever clear
Did I consider empathy
discontent to rend and be concealed
for the tormented lives of those in need
floundering in trouble's depth
Will they smile and say, I'm OK
clothes left on the beach, neat laid
the final dip, as out they wade
and say goodby in signs denied
Titanic toward the iceberg churned
such merriment, the...
not a floating premise far away
solid in the facts I knew
that horizon ever clear
Did I consider empathy
discontent to rend and be concealed
for the tormented lives of those in need
floundering in trouble's depth
Will they smile and say, I'm OK
clothes left on the beach, neat laid
the final dip, as out they wade
and say goodby in signs denied
Titanic toward the iceberg churned
such merriment, the...
#suicide
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Story Poem, Nr.21 — Dancing Queen
The queen, so happy, had fourteen children
seven sons and daughters had she
she looked at them all, said “let’s have a ball
I wonder how best that can be?”
The seven daughters stood in a circle
and round and round and round they danced
the queen thought “fair, but they’re getting nowhere
repeating they cannot advance”.
The seven sons stood straight in a line
they marched up and down, up and down
the queen thought “O.K, but where is the play
the fun of a night on the town?
...
seven sons and daughters had she
she looked at them all, said “let’s have a ball
I wonder how best that can be?”
The seven daughters stood in a circle
and round and round and round they danced
the queen thought “fair, but they’re getting nowhere
repeating they cannot advance”.
The seven sons stood straight in a line
they marched up and down, up and down
the queen thought “O.K, but where is the play
the fun of a night on the town?
...
#children
#family
#TruthOfLife
#evolution
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The Old Dog
( After Stevie Smith )
The sun-warmed porch,
its faded wood absorbing heat
under this arthritic skeleton—
once a conqueror of meadows
and dawn hunting parties.
I listen to my mistress
praise cardinals in winter
with a neighbor, again;
O! how pretty in snow!
You know—
it’s a deceased loved one,
visiting us now!
I curl up, unseen,
forgotten in age, think. . .
Ah! to be admired again—
a conquistador of duck
fox, and...
The sun-warmed porch,
its faded wood absorbing heat
under this arthritic skeleton—
once a conqueror of meadows
and dawn hunting parties.
I listen to my mistress
praise cardinals in winter
with a neighbor, again;
O! how pretty in snow!
You know—
it’s a deceased loved one,
visiting us now!
I curl up, unseen,
forgotten in age, think. . .
Ah! to be admired again—
a conquistador of duck
fox, and...
#dreams
#dogs
#animals
#birds
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stevie smith
best poet I ever read was
already dead by the time
I heard what she said ..
already dead by the time
I heard what she said ..
#admiration
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sing to me, dead poet...
dear stevie smith, I do not think
you'd let me near your kitchen sink,
yet I would clean your bedsit daily,
would you but let me hear you gaily...
you'd let me near your kitchen sink,
yet I would clean your bedsit daily,
would you but let me hear you gaily...
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In Love With Stevie Smith...
I suppose we wouldn't have
'got on' if we'd met...
I mean, you didn't get out much,
so we probably
wouldn't have,
anyway...
'got on' if we'd met...
I mean, you didn't get out much,
so we probably
wouldn't have,
anyway...
#StevieSmith
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