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
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- Алексей Толстой – Войдем сюда; здесь меж руин
- Gesture Theory A Villanelle
- Calling All Angels
- Black Cat by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Олег Григорьев – Комары
- Ode, Sacred to the Memory of Mrs. Oswald of Auchencruive by Robert Burns
- Robert Burns: It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonie Face:
- St. Winefred’s Well poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- A kiss to the ground by Victoria Rose
- Владимир Маяковский – Потрясающие факты
- The Fraser River by Mike Yuan
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Чудом тени
- To A Young Beauty by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Маяковский – Что делать?.. (РОСТА №193)
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