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
- The Gardener XLII: O Mad, Superbly Drunk by Rabindranath Tagore
- Looks A-Know’d Avore by William Barnes
- An Hymn To Humanity by Phillis Wheatley
- Шекспир – Прекрасный облик в зеркале ты видишь – Сонет 3
- One Being Brought From Africa To America by Phillis Wheatley
- Untitled XXIX by Yunus Emre
- Николай Карамзин – К самому себе
- Sketch in Verse, inscribed to the Right Hon. C. J. Fox by Robert Burns
- Whose beer is that? A Poem about Beer.
- Владимир Луговской – Гуниб
- Last night my soul cried O exalted sphere of Heaven by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Алексей Плещеев – Ёлка в школе
- the_morning_walk.html
- Genius
- Вера Павлова – Твоя хладность
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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).
