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
- Юлия Друнина – Ржавчина
- Morning In The Hospital Solarium by Sylvia Plath
- Chocolate by Rita Dove
- Владимир Степанов – Наша Армия
- Аля Кудряшева – Меня мотает тянет ведет налево
- On Deck by Sylvia Plath
- Motionless Body
- Year’s End by Marilyn Hacker
- Robert Burns: Charlie, He’s My Darling:
- If Old Men Fought by Mac McGovern
- Федор Сологуб – В моём бессилии люби меня
- Come, My Beloved, Hear From Me by Robert Louis Stevenson
- Николай Гумилев – Неизгладимы, нет, в моей судьбе
- Sonnet. Written Upon The Top Of Ben Nevis poem – John Keats poems
- Омар Хайям – Бытует мнение, что счастье это дар
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).
