This is the simplest of all thoughts, that Death must come when we call, although he is a god.
Stevie SmithThe sea was angry that day my friend, like an old man trying to send back soup at a deli.
Stevie SmithIt is the privilege of the rich To waste the time of the poor To water with tears in secret A tree that grows in secret That bears fruit in secret That ripened falls to the ground in secret And manures the parent tree Oh the wicked tree of hatred and the secret The sap rising and the tears falling.
Stevie Smith