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
- Иннокентий Анненский – Леконт де Лиль. Пускай избитый зверь, влачася на цепочке
- Composed By The Side Of Grasmere Lake 1806 by William Wordsworth
- Some Kiss We Want by Rumi
- Living in my Bliss by Nina Gabriel
- Robert Burns: Written In Friars Carse Hermitage: On Nithside
- Lincoln by Vachel Lindsay
- If A Tree Could Wander by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- The Brigs of Ayr by Robert Burns
- Владимир Набоков – Забудешь ты меня, как эту ночь забудешь
- The Birch-Tree at Loschwitz poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Маяковский – Радуются ли империалисты-победители? (Главполитпросвет №335)
- Владимир Британишский – Античник Альтман
- The Daguerreotype by William Vaughn Moody
- Inflexible As Fate poem – Alfred Austin
- Fabrication Of Ancestors
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