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
- By Philemon by William Cowper
- Анатолий Жигулин – Лесные дороги
- Владимир Гиппиус – Слава
- “And Is It Among Rude Untutored Dales” by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Британишский – Дым отечества
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Песнь соловья
- The Perfect High by Shel Silverstein
- Ольга Седакова – Прощание
- Happiness by Wilfred Owen
- Федор Тютчев – Князю Суворову
- Ольга Берггольц – Сестре
- Sick Leave by Siegfried Sassoon
- Song. Hush, Hush! Tread Softly! poem – John Keats poems
- Once By The Pacific by Robert Frost
- Олег Григорьев – Иду я среди голодный
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