Christopher Morley

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

Christopher Morley Poems

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

WHEN I a householder became
I had to give my house a name.

I thought I'd call it 'Poplar Trees,'
Or 'Widdershins' or 'Velvet Bees,'
Or 'Just Beneath a Star.'
Or 'As You Like It,' 'If You Please,'
Or 'Nicotine' or 'Bread and Cheese,'
'Full Moon' or 'Doors Ajar.'

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