(Poem No.47 of my favourite short poems)
My life is vile
I hate it so
I’ll wait awhile
And then I’ll go.
Why wait at all?
Hope springs alive,
Good may befall
I yet may thrive.
It is because I can’t make up my mind
If God is good, impotent or unkind.
(Poem No.38 of my favourite short poems)
STEVIE SMITH was born Florence Margaret Smith in Kingston-upon-Hull in 1902. At the age of three she moved with her parents to Palmers Green in North London where she lived until she died in 1971.
She apparently acquired the name “Stevie” as a young woman when she was riding in the park with a friend who said that she reminded him of the jockey Steve Donoghue.
Perhaps her best known poem is ‘Not Waving But Drowning’. She often accompanied her verses with her own drawings. One such poem which I particularly like is very short but with an amusingly descriptive illustration . . .
THIS ENGLISHWOMAN
This Englishwoman is so refined
She has no bosom and no behind.
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