Sylvia Plath described herself as a “desperate Smith addict” and wrote a letter expressing an interest in meeting Stevie, but first committed suicide. Smith herself struggled with depression all her life and was a fatalist from a young age. Abandoned by her father as a small child she grew up in a house of independent feminists, particularly her Aunt Madge who she called “The Lion Aunt”.
At age five she was diagnosed with tuberculosis and was sent to a sanatorium. She resolved herself to death at age seven. At age eight she was discharged. Her mother, never in the best of health, passed away when Smith was 16.
Smith was born on this day in 1902 and passed away aged 68 in 1971.
I do not speak; by Stevie Smith
I do not ask for mercy for understanding for peace
And in these heavy days I do not ask for release
I do not ask that suffering shall cease.
I do not pray to God to let me die
To give an ear attentive to my cry
To pause in his marching and not hurry by.
I do not ask for anything I do not speak
I do not question and I do not seek
I used to in the day when I was weak.
Now I am strong and lapped in sorrow
As in a coat of magic mail and borrow
From Time today and care not for tomorrow.