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
- Aix In Provence by Robert Browning
- This is Love by Rumi
- Sonnet CXIV by William Shakespeare
- Songs From “Prince Lucifer” I – Grave-Digger’s Song poem – Alfred Austin
- The Working Party by Siegfried Sassoon
- We know this much by Sappho
- Анатолий Жигулин – Коломенское
- Владимир Набоков – Цветет миндаль на перекрестке
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- Николай Глазков – Покуда карты не раскрыты
- Time by Vladimir Marku
- Владимир Высоцкий – Очи чёрные: Часть I
- The Remains by Mark Strand
- October by Siegfried Sassoon
- Владимир Высоцкий – Нынче он закончил вехи
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