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
- Don’t Hang Up The Phone by Miraj Patel
- Ballade Of The Voyage To Cythera poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Crows and Hawks by Richard Schiffman
- Young mother by Sunil Sharma
- Only Thee by Rabindranath Tagore
- When the universe speaks by Preeth Nambiar
- Аnything can happen
- Юрий Верховский – В майское утро
- On Miranda’s Leaving the Country by William Somervile
- Bond and Free by Robert Frost
- Lines on Curll poem – Alexander Pope
- Two Views Of Withens by Sylvia Plath
- Poems On Man by Rabindranath Tagore
- So Long. by Walt Whitman
- With Antecedents. by Walt Whitman
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).
