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
- Doubt by Sara Teasdale
- An Epitaph On Mr. Fishborne The Great London Benefactor, And His Executor by William Strode
- New Land
- My Mother On An Evening In Late Summer by Mark Strand
- The Merchant by Rabindranath Tagore
- Маяковский – Послушайте: Стих Владимира Маяковского – Читать текст стихотворения на Poetry Monster
- Наум Коржавин – Подмосковная платформа в апреле
- Михаил Кузмин – Зачем копье Архистратига
- The Song of the Sons by Rudyard Kipling
- A Man Young And Old: VIII. Summer And Spring by William Butler Yeats
- Frog Autumn by Sylvia Plath
- The Sanctuary by Sara Teasdale
- Beggarly Heart by Rabindranath Tagore
- At Vaucluse poem – Alfred Austin
- Альфред де Мюссе – Печаль
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