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
- An Ode in Time of Hesitation by William Vaughn Moody
- Аля Кудряшева – Октябрь был дождем, непонятным месяцем
- Aerialist by Sylvia Plath
- Don’t fear death poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- Captain Hook by Shel Silverstein
- The Appointment by Ruth Padel
- The Old House poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Natural Theology by Rudyard Kipling
- On Woman by William Butler Yeats
- Westward on the High-Hilled Plains poem – A. E. Housman
- The Merchant of Copan [In English and Spanish]
- Sacred And Profane Love poem – Alfred Austin
- One’s-Self I Sing. by Walt Whitman
- Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea by William Shakespeare
- Gray Room by Wallace Stevens
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