My Father’s Hats
by Mark Irwin
Sunday mornings I would reach
high into his dark closet while standing
on a chair and tiptoeing reach
higher, touching, sometimes fumbling
the soft crowns and imagine
I was in a forest, wind hymning
through pines, where the musky scent
of rain clinging to damp earth was
his scent I loved, lingering on
bands, leather, and on the inner silk
crowns where I would smell his
hair and almost think I was being
held, or climbing a tree, touching
the yellow fruit, leaves whose scent
was that of clove in the godsome
air, as now, thinking of his fabulous
sleep, I stand on this canyon floor
and watch light slowly close
on water I can’t be sure is there.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? by William Shakespeare
- They Feed They Lion by Philip Levine
- A Silence poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Lover’s Gifts VIII: There Is Room for You by Rabindranath Tagore
- Альфред Теннисон – В долине
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Певец
- Владимир Маяковский – Проч руки от Китая
- Владимир Маяковский – Вот какое обещание молодой солдат дает… (Главполитпросвет №376)
- Альфред де Мюссе – Люси
- Grandeur Of Ghosts by Siegfried Sassoon
- Яков Полонский – Ночь на восточном берегу Черного моря
- A Translation Of The Nightingale Out Of Strada by William Strode
- To A Girl In A Garden by Sappho
- Sonnet 138: When my love swears that she is made of truth by William Shakespeare
- Your Time’s Comin’ by Shel Silverstein
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