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
- nursery_rhyme_for_a_twenty_first_birthday.html
- Низами Гянджеви – Ты видишь: я твой давний друг
- Зинаида Александрова – Гибель Чапаева
- The Storm
- Song—Beware o’ Bonie Ann by Robert Burns
- Алексей Толстой – Пустой дом
- Николай Карамзин – Раиса (Древняя баллада)
- Poems On Life by Rabindranath Tagore
- Sweet Briars of the Stairways by Vachel Lindsay
- Psalm 03 poem – John Milton poems
- October by William Cullen Bryant
- The Taste of Morning by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- South Africa by Ronald G. Auguste
- Robert Burns: Lines Inscribed In A Lady’s Pocket Almanac:
- A sinners prayer by Victoria Rose
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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).
