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
- Ad Quintilianum by Robert Louis Stevenson
- To a Beloved Child by Patrick Pearse
- Sonnet IX by William Shakespeare
- Shepherd And Goatherd by William Butler Yeats
- Baby’s World by Rabindranath Tagore
- Zermatt To The Matterhorn. by Thomas Hardy
- Crazy Jane Talks With The Bishop by William Butler Yeats
- The Beggars by Sylvia Plath
- Ярослав Смеляков – Стихи, написанные на почте
- Robert Burns: The Charming Month Of May:
- Robert Burns: My Collier Laddie:
- Francis II, King of Naples poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Vaudracour And Julia by William Wordsworth
- The Hyaenas by Rudyard Kipling
- Николай Гербель – На смерть воробья
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).
