"My Father" by Nina Cassian:
My father now fills the world
with his being. I presume
he grew immensely in approaching
the supreme hour, DOOM . . .
His baldness is the moon itself
as he steps from shore to shore.
He was never so saintly
and he’s more earthly than ever before.
My father abandons my flesh.
I keep his eyeglasses instead,
to wear them when the dream comes by,
not to be blinded or fall out of bed.