Christopher Morley

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

Christopher Morley Poems

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