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
- Woman by Tala Bar
- A Walk by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Far Pitched Tents: Poems of War by Michael Nikoletseas
- Olney Hymn 63: Not Of Works by William Cowper
- The Harbour by Winifred Mary Letts
- Idylls Of The King: Song From The Marriage Of Geraint poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Triolets by Sara Teasdale
- Winter Seascape poem – John Betjeman poems
- twinkletoes.html
- Epitaph for Maria Wentworth by Thomas Carew
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Не трать огня напрасных убеждений
- Creative Self Sabotage – 5 Favourite Sabotage Techniques Of Creative Artists & How To Avoid Them
- In Praise of Songs that Die by Vachel Lindsay
- English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 44. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
- Passing by Shaunna Harper
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).
