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
- Red Hanrahan’s Song About Ireland by William Butler Yeats
- There Is No Breeze To Cool The Heat Of Love
- Sonnet 149: Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not by William Shakespeare
- Authorship by Rabindranath Tagore
- On Miranda’s Leaving the Country by William Somervile
- Анатолий Жигулин – Деревья с черными грачами
- Ольга Седакова – Хильдегарда
- A Mesh by Shahida Latif
- Celebrate Spring Today poem with a translation – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Stanzas Written In My Pocket Copy Of Thomson’s “Castle Of Indolence” by William Wordsworth
- By Heraclides by William Cowper
- Silvia by William Shakespeare
- Antimatter by Russell Edson
- Sketch—New Year’s Day, 1790 by Robert Burns
- Карл Сэндберг – Молитва стали
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