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
- Vanity Fair by Sylvia Plath
- A slant of sun on dull brown walls, by Stephen Crane
- Федор Сологуб – Певице
- I Sing The Body Electric by Philip Levine
- Cinema Therapy and The MovieMaking Process
- Somebody Has To by Shel Silverstein
- golden_eangle.html
- Алексей Жемчужников – Возрождение
- Prologue, spoken by Mr. Woods at Edinburgh by Robert Burns
- Василий Жуковский – Дружба
- A Man Young And Old: X. His Wildness by William Butler Yeats
- The Waradgery Tribe by Mary Gilmore
- Михаил Лермонтов – Воля
- Listen Beloved
- Ave Adonai poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
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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).
