Christopher Morley

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

Only A Matter Of Time - Poem by Christopher Morley

DOWN-SLIPPING Time, sweet, swift, and shallow stream,
Here, like a boulder, lies this afternoon
Across your eager flow. So you shall stay,
Deepened and dammed, to let me breathe and be.
Your troubled fluency, your running gleam
Shall pause, and circle idly, still and clear:
The while I lie and search your glassy pool
Where, gently coiling in their lazy round,
Unseparable minutes drift and swim,
Eddy and rise and brim. And I will see
How many crystal bubbles of slack Time
The mind can hold and cherish in one Now!

Now, for one concious vacancy of sense,
The stream is gathered in a depening pond,
Not a mere moving mirror. Through the sharp
Correct reflection of the standing scene
The mind can dip, and cleanse itself with rest,
And see, slow spinning in the lucid gold,
Your liquid notes, imperishable Time.

It cannot be. The runnel slips away:
The clear smooth downward sluice begins again,
More brightly slanting for that trembling pause,
Leaving the sense its conscious vague unease
As when a sonnet flashes on the mind,
Trembles and burns an instant, and is gone.


Comments about Only A Matter Of Time by Christopher Morley

  • Susan Williams (9/5/2016 1:07:00 PM)


    Very visual discussion of time. Mesmerizing write. (Report) Reply

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  • (9/5/2016 10:22:00 AM)


    Slow spinning in the lucid gold,
    your imperishable time.
    Thanks for sharing it here.
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  • Anil Kumar Panda (9/5/2016 7:43:00 AM)


    As when a sonnet flashes on the mind,
    Trembles and burns an instant, and is gone., , , is really beautiful. Loved it.
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (9/5/2016 1:01:00 AM)


    In the lucid gold! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010



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