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
- Latino Author and Educator Provides Tools for College and Life Success
- Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever by Robert Burns
- The Woodlark poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- The Warm and the Cold by Ted Hughes
- Владимир Маяковский – Письмо к любимой Молчанова, брошенной им
- Lover’s Gifts XXVIII: I Dreamt by Rabindranath Tagore
- Sonnet 16: But wherefore do not you a mightier way by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 05
- Robert Burns: The Rantin’ Dog, The Daddie O’t:
- What The Doctor Said by Raymond Carver
- A Dog’s Grave by Winifred Mary Letts
- Quicksand Years. by Walt Whitman
- Deserted Gipsys Song Hillside Camp
- from Book I, Paterson by William Carlos Williams
- Константин Батюшков – Мечта
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).
