I empty myself of the names of others. I empty my pockets.
I empty my shoes and leave them beside the road.
At night I turn back the clocks;
I open the family album and look at myself as a boy.
What good does it do? The hours have done their job.
I say my own name. I say goodbye.
The words follow each other downwind.
I love my wife but send her away.
My parents rise out of their thrones
into the milky rooms of clouds. How can I sing?
Time tells me what I am. I change and I am the same.
I empty myself of my life and my life remains.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Winter’s End by Mac McGovern
- Николай Некрасов – Взирает он на жизнь сурово, строго
- Cells by Rudyard Kipling
- Identification In Belfast by Robert Lowell
- Alice Fell, Or Poverty by William Wordsworth
- Robert Burns: Out Over The Forth:
- Владимир Маяковский – Нападали белогвардейцы на Донецкий бассейн… (РОСТА №611)
- I Havent Betrayed You My Hometown
- Heaven–Haven: A Nun Takes The Veil poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Drunken Memories Of Anne Sexton
- I Am There by Mahmoud Darwish
- Gwaïn Down The Steps Vor Water by William Barnes
- Faun by Sylvia Plath
- Wit
- Mora Jobana (My Youth) poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
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).
