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
- A Grammarian’s Funeral by Robert Browning
- Manifesto for your smile and my songs by Vinko Kalinic
- Storm
- Distant Time by Rabindranath Tagore
- Нина Воронель – Суета
- Владимир Высоцкий – В куски разлетелася корона
- Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman by William Wordsworth
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Хлоя
- Beautiful Balmoral by William Topaz McGonagall
- Robert Burns: Versified Note To Dr. Mackenzie, Mauchline:
- To Him that was Crucified. by Walt Whitman
- Wherever You Go, There You Are by Ryssel Guzman
- The Fathers by Siegfried Sassoon
- Eclogue VI by Virgil
- Telescope by Mark R Slaughter
Some external links:
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).
