Christopher Morley

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

The Barren Music Of A Word Or Phrase, - Poem by Christopher Morley

THE barren music of a word or phrase,
The futile arts of syllable and stress,
He sought. The poetry of common days
He did not guess.

The simplest, sweetest rhythms life affords-
Unselfish love, true effort truly done,
The tender themes that underlie all words-
He knew not one.


The human cadence and the subtle chime
Of little laughters, home and child and wife,
He knew not. Artist merely in his rhyme,
Not in his life.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010



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