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Death's not a separation or alteration or parting it's just a one-handled door.

Stevie Smith

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Stevie Smith
Age: 68 †
Born: 1902
Born: September 20
Died: 1971
Died: March 7
Illustrator
Novelist
Performing Artist
Poet
Writer
Hull
England
Florence Margaret Smith
Parting
Separation
Grief
Door
Doors
Death
Alteration
Alterations
Handled

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This Englishwoman is so refined, She has no bosom and no behind.
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But one wants the idea of Death, you know, as something large and unknowable, something that allows a person to stretch himself out. Especially one wants it if one is tired. Or perhaps what one wants is simply a release from sensation, from all consciousness for ever.
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This is the simplest of all thoughts, that Death must come when we call, although he is a god.
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Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning.
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