Smells Poem by Christopher Morley

Smells

Rating: 2.6


WHY is it that the poet tells
So little of the sense of smell?
These are the odors I love well:

The smell of coffee freshly ground;
Or rich plum pudding, holly crowned;
Or onions fried and deeply browned.

The fragrance of a fumy pipe;
The smell of apples, newly ripe;
And printer's ink on leaden type.

Woods by moonlight in September
Breathe most sweet, and I remember
Many a smoky camp-fire ember.

Camphor, turpentine, and tea,
The balsam of a Christmas tree,
These are whiffs of gramarye. . .
A ship smells best of all to me!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Angela Slade 17 May 2019

50 + years after first coming across this poem, it is still so evocative for me. I have shared it with several friends and they agree. Most had never heard it before

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prisha mehta 30 August 2018

The poem is an understandable one but should have more exciting adjectives

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Christopher Morley

Haverford, Pennslyvania
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