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 Маяковский – Вот о помощи голодающим отчет (Главполитпросвет №367)
- Владимир Маяковский – Гимн судье
- O the Chimneys by Nelly Sachs
- The Pigeons Fly by Mahmoud Darwish
- Robert Burns: Kirk and State Excisemen:
- Ольга Ермолаева – Симферопольский скорый
- The Cremona Violin poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Senses by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Tears In Cupid’s Eyes by Tupac Shakur
- Green Rock, Winthrop Bay by Sylvia Plath
- Шекспир – Что, если бы я право заслужил – Сонет 125
- Paula Becker To Clara Westhoff
- Федор Сологуб – Терцинами писать как будто очень трудно
- Childless Woman by Sylvia Plath
- The West Wind by William Cullen Bryant
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