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
- A Dialogue, Between the Resolved Soul, And Created Pleasure poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- There Is No Breeze To Cool The Heat Of Love
- Sonnet: As From The Darkening Gloom A Silver Dove poem – John Keats poems
- Love’s Gleaning Tide by William Morris
- Mystic by Sylvia Plath
- Aftermath by Siegfried Sassoon
- I Found A Few Old Letters by Rabindranath Tagore
- Николай Языков – А. С. Дириной
- Home Sick
- Владимир Британишский – Кипренский. Портрет С.С. Уварова 1816 год
- The Life Theoretic poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- Владимир Маяковский – Долой мешечников (РОСТА №525)
- Николай Карамзин – Господину Дмитриеву на болезнь его (Болезнь есть часть живущих в мире)
- Robert Burns: Here’s A Health To Them That’s Awa:
- Borderland poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
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).
