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
- Andrea del Sarto by Robert Browning
- Silvia by William Shakespeare
- A daily prayer by a kid by Sunil Sharma
- Владимир Корнилов – Учитель
- I Want To Write by Margaret Walker
- Владимир Маяковский – Братство РОСТА БН
- Ольга Ермолаева – Вот сойдешь с ума и станешь Юрия
- Николай Гумилев – Куранты любви
- Геннадий Айги – Дом в поле
- Freedom And Love by Thomas Campbell
- A Consolation to Cuckholds by William Wycherley poems
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Марш веселых ребят
- Владимир Корнилов – Прямота
- Morning Song in the Jungle by Rudyard Kipling
- Robert Burns: Delia, An Ode : “To the Editor of The Star.-Mr. Printer-If the productions of a simple ploughman can merit a place in the same paper with Sylvester Otway, and the other favourites of the Muses who illuminate the Star with the lustre of genius, your insertion of the enclosed trifle will be succeeded by future communications from-Yours, &c., R. Burns. Ellisland, near Dumfries, 18th May, 1789.”
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
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).
