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
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- Who Fancied What A Pretty Sight by William Wordsworth
- The Best Time Of The Day by Raymond Carver
- Noon by Philip Levine
- Jerusalem Delivered – Book 02 – part 02 by Torquato Tasso
- Николай Некрасов – Я не люблю иронии твоей
- Collateral Damage by Martina Reisz Newberry
- On a Certain Lady at Court poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- I Have News For You by Tony Hoagland
- A Winter Night by Sara Teasdale
- Poems On Beauty by Rabindranath Tagore
- Владимир Корнилов – Париж
- The Yeoman of Kent by William Somervile
- Friday’s Child by W H Auden
- Love by Robert Creeley
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