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
- Milton (Alcaics) poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Sonnet To John Hamilton Reynolds poem – John Keats poems
- Алексей Плещеев – Когда твой кроткий, ясный взор
- Юнна Мориц – Собственное небо
- An Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog by Oliver Goldsmith
- To His Watch poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- The Owners Of The Little Box by Vasko Popa
- In the Carpenter’s Shop by Sara Teasdale
- When Gassy Thompson Struck It Rich by Vachel Lindsay
- Companies See Mobile Games Development As a Profitable Business Option
- Upon a Lady’s Fall Over a Stile, Gotten by Running From Her Love by William Wycherley
- К той, что названа Кариной
- Second Epistle to Davie by Robert Burns
- From The Frontier Of Writing by Seamus Heaney
- Prometheus Amid Hurricane And Earthquake
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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).
