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
- Аля Кудряшева – Я этой ночью уйду, не спи
- Федор Сологуб – Волна морская – веселый шум
- Ballade Of The Bookworm poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Monologue At 3 AM by Sylvia Plath
- Robert Burns: Epigram To Miss Jean Scott:
- Medical Ethics
- Matthew by William Wordsworth
- Жан де Лафонтен – Безумец и Мудрец
- Lover’s Gifts XVIII: Your Days by Rabindranath Tagore
- 1914 V: The Soldier by Rupert Brooke
- Yin and Yang by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- PURE STEEL by Satish Verma
- The Search by Pornika Ganguly
- Кондратий Рылеев – Н. М. Тевяшовой на предложение ее, дабы я написал стихи на Надежду
- Низами Гянджеви – Искендер-наме – Страница 3 из 15
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