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
- Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front by Wendell Berry
- Song from Aella by Thomas Chatterton
- Алишер Навои – Поучительные заветы старости
- Олег Григорьев – Комары
- Pain by Thomas Edward Brown
- Sonnet CXXXII by William Shakespeare
- Untitled IX by Yunus Emre
- E.P. Ode Pour L’election De Son Sepulchre poem – Ezra Pound poems
- The First Extra poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Otho The Great – Act III poem – John Keats poems
- My Last Will by Sir Walter Raleigh
- Epigram on Andrew Turner by Robert Burns
- Ribblesdale poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Robert Burns: The Bonie Moor-Hen:
- Николай Заболоцкий – Последняя любовь
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