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
- Владимир Луговской – Пепел
- Flutter by Rashmi Sreekumar
- Олег Бундур – Вращения
- Gray Eyes by Sara Teasdale
- Владимир Высоцкий – Мне каждый вечер зажигают свечи
- Auguries Of Innocence by William Blake
- Thoughts Mahomed Akram
- Woods by Wendell Berry
- Ireland With Emily poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Kingfisher poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Набоков – И видел я, стемнели неба своды
- Oonts by Rudyard Kipling
- Nell Barnes by William Henry Davies
- Late Fragment by Raymond Carver
- When I am asleep and crumbling in the tomb by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
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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).
