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 Бенедиктов – Наездница
- In Memory Of Eva Gore-Booth And Con Markiewicz by William Butler Yeats
- Bermudas poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – Расскажи, дорогой
- If By Chance Your Eye Offend You poem – A. E. Housman
- Crowding by Satish Verma
- Long, too Long, O Land! by Walt Whitman
- The Bwoat by William Barnes
- It was you, Atthis, who said by Sappho
- Николай Карамзин – Соломонова мудрость, или мысли, выбранные из Экклезиаста
- English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Room. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
- Vocation by Rabindranath Tagore
- Зинаида Александрова – Котята
- A turn of events by Ross D Tyler
- Green Fields by W. S. Merwin
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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).
