Let us take the river
path near Fall Hill.
There we will negotiate
an outcrop with its silvered
initials & other bits of graffiti,
all the way to the broken edge
that overlooks the bend,
& hold hands until
we can no longer tell
where the river ends.
In 1972, the third Sunday of June was declared Father’s Day, a national celebration of fathers. In honor of the holiday, browse our selection of poems for and about fathers. For more, browse poems about fathers in the themes menu.
|2003||Your Father Sunbathing||Christopher Bursk|
|1988||Working Late||Louis Simpson|
|2004||Whose Mouth Do I Speak With||Suzanne Rancourt|
|2018||What Make a Man||Geffrey Davis|
|2018||What I Mean When I Say Harmony (I)||Geffrey Davis|
|2009||Villanelle||Michael Luis Medrano|
|2014||Toy Cloud||Nathan Hoks|
|1678||To Her Father with Some Verses||Anne Bradstreet|
|1966||Those Winter Sundays||Robert Hayden|