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
- Владимир Британишский – Никитенко
- Наум Коржавин – Никакой истерики
- The Love That Goes A-Begging by Sara Teasdale
- Sonnet. To A Lady Seen For A Few Moments At Vauxhall poem – John Keats poems
- The Rabbit Catcher by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Костров – Что может знать чужак
- Grandmother’s Teaching poem – Alfred Austin
- Never Try To Trick Me With A Kiss by Sylvia Plath
- Does It Matter? by Siegfried Sassoon
- To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Nothing by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Набоков – К Родине
- Юнна Мориц – Побег
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Смерть в Мессине
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 99. ’Twas One of Those Dreams. Томас Мур.
- Ouija by Sylvia Plath
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