Each day
My impure god and I
Wake to light and walk alongside.
Each night
My impure god and I
Walk the dark under a starless sky.
Everything is so clear.
So, where’s the need to be pure?
And yet
Many a day and night
We wear our hearts inside out
Searching within
The dark impure night of the soul—
My impure god and I—
For what we both know not
My impure god and I.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – Это вовсе не френч-канкан
- Vorticism Is A Choka In Its Modular Home
- Question mark remarks by Mark Miller
- Олег Бундур – Неправильный кот
- Passion Of My Heart by Stevens Cadet
- Алишер Навои – Не в камфарной ли одежде этот кипарис прямой
- Гавриил Державин – Философы, пьяный и трезвый
- Influence of Natural Objects by William Wordsworth
- Internal Migration Being Tour
- Return Of The Heroes by Siegfried Sassoon
- Near But Far Away by William Morris
- Straw sandal half sunk by Yosa Buson
- Eight O’Clock by Sara Teasdale
- Catching the Rain by Raj Napal
- Their Sex Life poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
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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).
