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 X
- Олег Сердобольский – Облачко
- Нина Воронель – Санкт-Петербург
- Вера Звягинцева – Моя любовь к Армении похожа
- Illusion
- Николай Заболоцкий – Приглашение на пир
- In The Bazaars of Hyderabad by Sarojini Naidu
- Олег Григорьев – Вкусно от меда во рте
- Sleep
- To R. B. poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Sonnet: “It is not to be thought of” by William Wordsworth
- Le monstre by Patryck Froissart
- Наум Коржавин – Иван Калита
- Signals by Walid Saba
- Sonnet # 14 by Luis A. Estable
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