Christopher Morley

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

Christopher Morley Poems

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