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
- Nick And The Candlestick by Sylvia Plath
- Their Frailty by Siegfried Sassoon
- Иван Мятлев – Приди, приди
- Владимир Британишский – О чем размышляют
- A Dish Of Peaches In Russia by Wallace Stevens
- Ольга Берггольц – Детскосельский парк
- Robert Burns: Saw Ye Bonie Lesley:
- Илья Зданевич – Пабло Пикассо
- Reconciliation by Siegfried Sassoon
- Address To The Scholars Of The Village School Of — by William Wordsworth
- Sow by Sylvia Plath
- “`Shepherd swains that feed your flocks” poem – Alfred Austin
- Lessons. by Walt Whitman
- The Storm by Rainbow Reed
- 对于女权主义者
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