My Soul

By Stevie Smith 1902–1971 Stevie Smith
In the flame of the flickering fire   
The sins of my soul are few
And the thoughts in my head are the thoughts of a bed   
With a solitary view.
But the eye of eternal consciousness   
Must blink as a bat blinks bright
Or ever the thoughts in my head be stilled
On the brink of eternal night.

Oh feed to the golden fish his egg
Where he floats in his captive bowl,
To the cat his kind from the womb born blind,   
And to the Lord my soul.

Stevie Smith, “My Soul” from New Selected Poems. Copyright © 1972 by Stevie Smith. Reprinted by permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation.

Source: The New Selected Poems of Stevie Smith (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1988)

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Poet Stevie Smith 1902–1971

POET’S REGION England

Subjects Religion, God & the Divine

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Calling Stevie Smith's Not Waving but Drowning "the best collection of new poems to appear in 1957," Poetry contributor David Wright observed that "as one of the most original women poets now writing [Stevie Smith] seems to have missed most of the public accolades bestowed by critics and anthologists. One reason may be that not only does she belong to no 'school'—whether real or invented as they usually are—but her work is so . . .

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SUBJECT Religion, God & the Divine

POET’S REGION England

Poetic Terms Rhymed Stanza

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