Christopher Morley was an American journalist, novelist, essayist and poet. He also produced stage productions for a few years and gave college lectures.
Christopher Morley was born in Haverford, Pennsylvania. His father, Frank Morley, was a mathematics professor at Haverford College; his mother, Lilian Janet Bird, was a poet and musician who provided Christopher with much of his later love for literature and poetry.
In 1900 the family moved to Baltimore, Maryland. In 1906 Christopher entered Haverford College, graduating in 1910 as valedictorian. He then went to New College, Oxford, for three years on a Rhodes scholarship, studying modern ... more »
Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.
Christopher Morley Poems
The Old Swimmer
I OFTEN wander on the beach Where once, so brown of limb, The biting air, the roaring surf Summoned me to swim.
Inscription For A Grammar
There were two cheerful pronouns And nought did them disturb: Until they met, out walking. A conjugative verb.
Animal crackers and cocoa to drink, That is the finest of suppers I think; When I'm grown up and can have what I please
Song for a Little House
I'M glad our house is a little house, Not too tall nor too wide: I'm glad the hovering butterflies Feel free to come inside.
WHY is it that the poet tells So little of the sense of smell? These are the odors I love well:
The Music Box
AT six-long ere the wintry dawn- There sounded through the silent hall To where I lay, with blankets drawn Above my ears, a plaintive call.
To A Child
The greatest poem ever known Is one all poets have outgrown: The poetry, innate, untold, Of being only four years old.
Only a Matter of Time
DOWN-SLIPPING Time, sweet, swift, and shallow stream, Here, like a boulder, lies this afternoon Across your eager flow. So you shall stay,
AS I sat, to sift my dreaming To the meet and needed word, Came a merry Interruption With insistence to be heard.
At the Mermaid Caffeteria
TRUTH is enough for prose: Calmly it goes To tell just what it knows.
Hymn to the Dairymaids on Beacon Street
Sweetly solemn see them stand, Spinning churns on either hand, Neatly capped and aproned white Airy fairy dairy sight.
ONCE we read Tennyson aloud In our great fireside chair; Between the lines my lips could touch
TO make this little house my very own Could not be done by law alone. Though covenant and deed convey Absolute fee, as lawyers say,
Caught in the Undertow
COLIN, worshipping some frail, By self-deception sways her: Calls himself unworthy male,
Quotationsmore quotations »
''Life is a foreign language: all men mispronounce it.''Christopher Morley (1890-1957), U.S. novelist, journalist, poet. Thunder on the Left, ch. 14 (1925).
''Dancing is a wonderful training for girls, it's the first way you learn to guess what a man is going to do before he does it.''Christopher Morley (1890-1957), U.S. novelist, journalist, poet. Kitty Foyle, ch. 11 (1939).
Comments about Christopher Morley
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
The Old Swimmer
I OFTEN wander on the beach
Where once, so brown of limb,
The biting air, the roaring surf
Summoned me to swim.
I see my old abundant youth
Whee combers lean and spill,
And though I taste the foam no more
Other swimmers will.
Oh, good exultant strength to meet
The arching wall of green,
To break the crystal, swirl, emerge
Dripping, taut, and clean.
To climb the moving hilly blue,
To dive in ecstasy
And feel the salty chill embrace
Arm and rib and knee.
What brave and vanished laughter then
And tingling thighs to ...