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
- Song—A Lass wi’ a Tocher by Robert Burns
- Николай Гумилев – Канцона (Бывает в жизни человека)
- Where we fall by Osman cisse Hanif
- The Bonnie House O’ Airly poem – Andrew Lang poems
- I Am Part Of The Load by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- South Africa by Ronald G. Auguste
- London Roses by Willa Cather
- Владимир Маяковский – Собственную революцию удушив… (РОСТА №443)
- Николай Гумилев – За стенами старого аббатства
- Жан де Лафонтен – Война Крыс и Ласок
- Василий Жуковский – Герой
- Sonnet CXXII by William Shakespeare
- In the Nower poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Николай Языков – В альбом Ш. К. Фон-дер-Борг (Доверчивый, простосердечной)
- The Fountain by William Wordsworth
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