If I lie down on my bed I must be here, But if I lie down in my grave I may be elsewhere. — Stevie Smith
The sea was angry that day my friend, like an old man trying to send back soup at a deli. — Stevie Smith
Nobody heard him, the dead man, but still he lay moaning. I was much further out than you thought — Stevie Smith
All poetry has to do is to make a strong communication. All the poet has to do is listen. — Stevie Smith
