Christopher Morley

(5 May 1890 – 28 March 1957 / Haverford, Pennslyvania)

Christopher Morley Poems

1. Two O'Clock 4/20/2010
2. When I A Householder Became 4/20/2010
3. Ballade Of A Horoscope 10/24/2013
4. Song In A Dentists Chair 10/24/2013
5. Washing The Dishes 4/20/2010
6. To You, Remembering The Past 4/20/2010
7. To A Post Office Inkwell 4/20/2010
8. Scuttle, Scuttle, Little Roach 3/20/2012
9. The Barren Music Of A Word Or Phrase, 4/20/2010
10. The Commercial Traveler 4/20/2010
11. Burning Leaves, November 4/20/2010
12. Dedication For A Fireplace 4/20/2010
13. Burning Leaves In Spring 4/20/2010
14. The Wedded Lover 4/20/2010
15. Tit For Tat 4/20/2010
16. On Naming A House 4/20/2010
17. The Church Of Unbent Knees 4/20/2010
18. Six Weeks Old 4/20/2010
19. The Milkman 4/20/2010
20. Elegy Written In A Country Coal-Bin 4/20/2010
21. The Secret 4/20/2010
22. Our House 4/20/2010
23. Caught In The Undertow 4/20/2010
24. Taking Title 4/20/2010
25. Reading Aloud 4/20/2010
26. Hymn To The Dairymaids On Beacon Street 4/20/2010
27. At The Mermaid Caffeteria 4/20/2010
28. Only A Matter Of Time 4/20/2010
29. The Intruder 4/20/2010
30. The Music Box 4/20/2010
31. Smells 4/20/2010
32. Song For A Little House 4/20/2010
33. To A Child 4/20/2010
34. Animal Crackers 4/20/2010
35. Inscription For A Grammar 1/13/2003
36. The Old Swimmer 4/20/2010
Best Poem of Christopher Morley

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 ...

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Caught In The Undertow

COLIN, worshipping some frail,
By self-deception sways her:
Calls himself unworthy male,
Hardly even fit to praise her.

But this tactic insincere
In the upshot greatly grieves him
When he finds the lovely dear
Quite implicitly believes him.

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