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
- Владимир Степанов – Суворовец
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Желания
- Robert Burns: Motto Prefixed To The Author’s First Publication:
- Live With Me On Earth Under the Invisible Daylight Moon by Milton Acorn
- Counting by Philip Larkin
- one_almost_might.html
- Robert Burns: Had I A Cave:
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня солдата на часах
- Николай Заболоцкий – Поэт
- Our Army Of The Dead by Will McKendree Carleton
- Like Truthless Dreams, So Are My Joys Expired by Sir Walter Raleigh
- Robert Burns: Mally’s Meek, Mally’s Sweet:
- Николай Огарев – Предисловие к колоколу
- Coming To This by Mark Strand
- Northern Farmer: New Style poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
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