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
- Гавриил Державин – К силуэту Ивана Ивановича Хемницера
- Expostulation and Reply by William Wordsworth
- Over The Hill From The Poor-House by Will McKendree Carleton
- Asleep! O Sleep A Little While, White Pearl! poem – John Keats poems
- Gwaïn To Brookwell by William Barnes
- Eclogue:–Come And Zee Us In The Zummer by William Barnes
- 1914 V: The Soldier by Rupert Brooke
- The Drunkards in the Street by Vachel Lindsay
- The Human Tragedy ACT II poem – Alfred Austin
- Poetic Vision – Heaven’s Door
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Соме le onde
- Roads poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Zunsheen In The Winter by William Barnes
- Oh Who Is That Young Sinner poem – A. E. Housman
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Ель и берёза
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