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
- Away, Melancholy by Stevie Smith
- Nijole Miliauskaite – Nijole Miliauskaite
- A Human Being Needs Strong Tea
- Every Sect has a Faith – Har Qaum Raast Raahay poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- For Someone, Somewhere, In Relation by Shaunna Harper
- In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit MDCCCXXXIII: 3. O Sorrow, cruel poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Николай Гумилев – О, если я весь мир постиг
- Зинаида Александрова – Топотушки
- What The Thrush Said. Lines From A Letter To John Hamilton Reynolds poem – John Keats poems
- The Fragrance of life by Preeth Nambiar
- Владимир Костров – Поток ушедших лет
- Brown’s Descent by Robert Frost
- Robert Burns: O Steer Her Up An’ Haud Her Gaun:
- Antinous
- Lost poem – Alfred Austin
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).
