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.
|2017||Looking at My Father||Wendy Xu|
|1991||my father moved through dooms of love||E. E. Cummings|
|2017||Soave Sia Il Vento||Adrian Matejka|
|2017||The God of Nothingness||Mark Wunderlich|
|2016||My Father’s Tie Rack||Joan Larkin|
|2016||A Taste of Blue||Cynthia Manick|
|2005||Afternoons||Jorge H. Aigla|
|2016||His Morning Meditations||Jay Parini|
|2015||Reading to My Father||Jorie Graham|
|2015||All the Thoughts at a Football Game||Juan Felipe Herrera|