Stevie Smith Quote

My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.


Selected poems (ed. 1962)


My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.

My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.

My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.

My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.