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
- Hurrahing In Harvest poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Be Lost In The Call by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- The Birch-Tree at Loschwitz poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Алишер Навои – Сердце взял мое сын мага
- The Song of the Women by Rudyard Kipling
- Sonnet LXI by William Shakespeare
- Year of Meteors, 1859 ’60. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Высоцкий – Там были генеральши, были жёны офицеров
- Robert Burns: A Bard’s Epitaph:
- Как Муромец Илья когда-то
- Untitled XVII by Yunus Emre
- Epitaph On An Infant. by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Butterfly by Ramesh Anand
- Marks Of Disrespect by Graham Rowlands
- Яков Полонский – Памяти С. Я. Надсона
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