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
- Омар Хайям – Что меня ожидает, неведомо мне
- As Dies The Year poem – Alfred Austin
- Кондратий Рылеев – Не вчера ли в хороводе
- To A Young Friend, On His Arriving At Cambridge Wet, When No Rain Had Fallen There by William Cowper
- Interpret The Light
- The Song of My Heart by Olawuyi Mutiu
- Maudlin by Sylvia Plath
- Golden Eyes
- Chaplain To The Forces by Winifred Mary Letts
- Валерий Брюсов – Голубое, голубое
- For The Anniversary Of John Keats’ Death by Sara Teasdale
- Николай Языков – А. Н. Очкину (Было время, мой приятель)
- Ariel by Sylvia Plath
- The Parabolic Ballad poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
- Teachers Day special
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).
