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
- absent-mindedness; or I Dream of Spices by Raj Arumugam
- Владимир Маяковский – Театры
- Владимир Британишский – Из рассказов отца
- The Mystery by Sara Teasdale
- Homer’s Seeing-Eye Dog by William Matthews
- Come O’er the Sea by Thomas Moore
- Poet’s Corner poem – Alfred Austin
- Screens (In a Hospital) by Winifred Mary Letts
- Freddy by Stevie Smith
- Mother Earth; Her Beauty And Her Destruction by TMBedell
- The Wish poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Владимир Британишский – Мы кончили нашу работу
- Sonnet CXXX: My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun by William Shakespeare
- Poppies on Ludlow Castle by Willa Cather
- My iPod by Roland Bastien
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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).
