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. Tit For Tat 4/20/2010
13. On Naming A House 4/20/2010
14. Six Weeks Old 4/20/2010
15. The Church Of Unbent Knees 4/20/2010
16. The Milkman 4/20/2010
17. The Wedded Lover 4/20/2010
18. Dedication For A Fireplace 4/20/2010
19. Elegy Written In A Country Coal-Bin 4/20/2010
20. The Secret 4/20/2010
21. Our House 4/20/2010
22. Caught In The Undertow 4/20/2010
23. Taking Title 4/20/2010
24. Reading Aloud 4/20/2010
25. Hymn To The Dairymaids On Beacon Street 4/20/2010
26. The Intruder 4/20/2010
27. At The Mermaid Caffeteria 4/20/2010
28. The Music Box 4/20/2010
29. Burning Leaves In Spring 4/20/2010
30. Song For A Little House 4/20/2010
31. Smells 4/20/2010
32. To A Child 4/20/2010
33. Only A Matter Of Time 4/20/2010
34. Animal Crackers 4/20/2010
35. Inscription For A Grammar 1/13/2003
36. The Old Swimmer 4/20/2010

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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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