Quotes About Stevie Smith

This Englishwoman is so refined, She has no bosom and no behind.

Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go.

I don't think Auden liked my poetry very much, he's very Anglican.

Oh Lion in a peculiar guise, Sharp Roman road to Paradise, Come eat me up, I'll pay thy toll With all my flesh, and keep my soul.