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
- The Instructor by Rudyard Kipling
- In Praise of Laziness by William Wycherley
- The Beäten Path by William Barnes
- Shivratri The Night Of Shiva While The Procession Passed At Ramesram
- Annan Water poem – Andrew Lang poems
- What Are Big Girls Made Of? by Marge Piercy
- Makin’ It Natural by Shel Silverstein
- Antediluvian Kural On Twitter
- To a Discarded Toast by William Somervile
- Late, Late, So Late poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb’st the Sky by William Wordsworth
- Hymn by Sidney Godolphin
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On A Noted Coxcomb: Capt. Wm. Roddirk, of Corbiston.
- Николай Гумилев – За гробом
- Владимир Британишский – Чюрлёнис
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).
