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
- Rosemary by Marianne Moore
- Владимир Маяковский – Стихи о Фоме
- Quies poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Ox Tamer, The. by Walt Whitman
- Sonnet CXXIV by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Набоков – Расстрел
- Федор Тютчев – Каким венком нам увенчать
- Savantism. by Walt Whitman
- Earthly Wounds by Satish Verma
- Владимир Степанов – Шарик (Буква Ш)
- At The San Francisco Airport by Yvor Winters
- Robert Burns: Beware O’ Bonie Ann:
- Love by Robert Creeley
- To A Wife, On Mother’s Day by Ronald G. Auguste
- The Black Hawk War of the Artists by Vachel Lindsay
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).
