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
- Ольга Седакова – Путешествие волхвов
- Владимир Маяковский – Поляки-крестьяне, чтоб вольными быть…
- Workin’ It Out by Shel Silverstein
- San Francisco Night Windows by Robert Penn Warren
- On Edges
- Composed Near Calais, On The Road Leading To Ardres, August 7, 1802 by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Н. Ф. Щербине
- Владимир Маяковский – Братство РОСТА БН
- In A Classroom
- Шекспир – Про черный день – Сонет 63
- Mother by Sachin Yadav (Pen Name: Rahul Nachhiketa)
- Robert Burns: My Bonie Mary:
- Goddess In The Wood, The by Rupert Brooke
- On First Looking Into Chapman’s Homer poem – John Keats poems
- Robert Burns: Bonie Dundee:
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).
