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
- Николай Заболоцкий – Сказка о кривом человечке
- Василий Жуковский – Был у меня товарищ
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Новогоднее видение
- Spring Rain by Sara Teasdale
- Robert Burns: Impromptu On General Dumourier’s Desertion From The French Republican Army:
- Виктор Гончаров – Больной, как будто бы гранату
- Maenad by Sylvia Plath
- Ярослав Смеляков – Здравствуй, Пушкин
- Владимир Маяковский – Права кооперации расширены декретом… (Главполитпросвет №154)
- The Saint And The Hunchback by William Butler Yeats
- Zummer Thoughts In Winter Time by William Barnes
- Анатолий Жигулин – Кладбище в Заполярье
- Жан де Лафонтен – Эзопово объяснение одного завещания
- Sound And Sense poem – Alexander Pope
- Robert Burns: Epitaph For Robert Aiken, Esq.:
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
