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
- Paradise On Earth! by V. Muthu Manickam
- Юлий Даниэль – А в это время
- Intimidation by Satish Verma
- Sly Dick by Thomas Chatterton
- Владимир Британишский – Отечественные записки 1840-х годов
- Алексей Толстой – Темнота и туман застилают мне путь
- A Memory by Rupert Brooke
- Southern Sunrise by Sylvia Plath
- Ode On Indolence poem – John Keats poems
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- Denis poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Why Write? by Mark Olynyk
- Just A Dance by Tiffany M
- A Crimson Carpet by Pamela Griffiths
- His Insufficiency Of Praise by Luis Vaz de Camoes
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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).
