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
- Gangrene by Philip Levine
- Яков Полонский – Последний вздох
- Dedication To M… by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Владимир Маяковский – Вам
- Upon A House Shaken By The Land Agitation by William Butler Yeats
- Федор Сологуб – Светлый дом мой всё выше
- Sweetheart by M. T. Metutera
- Олег Бундур – Первый пирог
- I See Your Beauty by Ronald G. Auguste
- I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night, by Stephen Crane
- Music by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Спиридон Дрожжин – Люблю я сельский мой приют
- A Soldier’s Song by Stephenie Tucker
- To Sir George Howland Beaumont, Bart From the South-West Coast Or Cumberland 1811 by William Wordsworth
- For The Record
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
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).
