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
- Less Than The Dust
- What the Sexton Said by Vachel Lindsay
- A Sermon
- Sting by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- The Stage Coach by William Barnes
- Robert Burns: Duncan Davison :
- Racial Memories of a Chickadee by Todd H. C. Fischer
- Владимир Высоцкий – Мог бы быть я при тёще, при тесте
- Come, My Beloved, Hear From Me by Robert Louis Stevenson
- Омар Хайям – О, не растите дерево печали
- The Wound-Dresser by Walt Whitman
- A Song To Eleonora Duse In “Francesca da Rimini ” by Sara Teasdale
- Before a Midnight Breaks in Storm by Rudyard Kipling
- An Eare-Stringe by William Strode
- The Death of Cromwell poem – Andrew Marvell poems
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).
