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
- The Temple of Fame poem – Alexander Pope
- Poem on Sensibility by Robert Burns
- Hope And Riders
- Sonnet IV. How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time! poem – John Keats poems
- Tom’s Garland poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Омар Хайям – До коих пор униженный позор терпеть
- Robert Burns: Mally’s Meek, Mally’s Sweet:
- The Queen’s Complaint by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Высоцкий – Мы вместе грабили одну и ту же хату
- Robert Burns: To Dr. Maxwell: On Miss Jessy Staig’s recovery.
- On The City Wall
- To Somebody Out There by Vashti Trisawati Abhidana
- Юлия Друнина – Бережем тех, кого любим
- Жан де Лафонтен – Обезьяна и Дельфин
- Жан де Лафонтен – Астролог, упавший в колодец
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
