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 Британишский – Смерть Крылова
- Untitled I by Yunus Emre
- the_kings_breakfast.html
- Drowning. Not Waving by P.J.Reed
- The Apple Trees at Olema by Robert Hass
- Аля Кудряшева – Не бойся, милый
- Orlando Furioso Canto 11 by Ludovico Ariosto
- As the poets have mournfully sung by W H Auden
- Aspirations by SAAJIDA GORA
- Landscapes poem – Andree Chedid poems | Poems and Poetry
- Robert Burns: The Bonie Lad That’s Far Awa:
- The Cinnamon Peeler by Michael Ondaatje
- All through eternity by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Eyes Look Into The Well by W H Auden
- Robert Burns: Epistle To A Young Friend:
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).
