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
- Аля Кудряшева – Когда наступает вечер
- From One Who Stays poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Британишский – Перед дверью
- To The University Of Cambridge, In New-England by Phillis Wheatley
- To a Young Child poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- My Heart’s In The Highlands by Robert Burns
- To My Friends poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Influence of Natural Objects by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Маяковский – В 12 часов по ночам
- The Old Lowe House Staten Island
- O aye my wife she dang me (Song) by Robert Burns
- Veronica’s Napkin by William Butler Yeats
- Иван Дмитриев – Сверчки
- Федор Сологуб – В камине пылания много
- Георгий Иванов – Танцуй, монах, танцуй, поэт
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