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
- Николай Гербель – Ура, объявлена война
- English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Finale. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
- Владимир Маяковский – Донецкий шахтер голодает… (РОСТА №619)
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Калиф и раб
- Николай Заболоцкий – Можжевеловый куст
- Loving In Truth, And Fain In Verse My Love To Show by Sir Philip Sidney
- Lessons. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Маяковский – Свидетельствую
- In A Garden by Sara Teasdale
- Know, Celia, Since Thou Art So Proud by Thomas Carew
- The Seven Of Pentacles by Marge Piercy
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 58. Farewell! – But Whenever You Welcome the Hour. Томас Мур.
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Современная идиллия
- Иван Киуру – Оазис
- Огюст Барбье – Сегодня я в пути
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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).
