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
- Владимир Костров – Ботанический сад МГУ
- Night Words
- Winter Trees by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Тост
- Нина Воронель – Август
- Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland 1814 I. Suggested By A Beautiful Ruin Upon One Of The Islands Of Lo by William Wordsworth
- Robert Burns: Epistle To James Smith:
- Валерий Брюсов – И снова давние картины
- Where we fall by Osman cisse Hanif
- The Wanderings of Oisin: Book I by William Butler Yeats
- Василий Жуковский – К ней
- TOELESS JOURNEY by Satish Verma
- Robert Burns: My Highland Lassie, O:
- Adieu…, adieu…. by Vladimir Marku
- Олег Сердобольский – Корова и божья коровка
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