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
- Epigram : To Leonora Singing At Rome 2 (Translated From Milton) by William Cowper
- A Front Row Seat To Hear Ole Johnny Sing by Shel Silverstein
- Олег Бундур – Я несу домой морошку
- A Song Of The Princess by Sara Teasdale
- Phillis Wheatley – Phillis Wheatley
- No Chance To A New Life by Rashmi Sreekumar
- Шекспир – У бедной музы красок больше нет – Сонет 103
- Lost Time by Rabindranath Tagore
- English Poetry. Adam Lindsay Gordon. Bellona. Адам Линдсей Гордон.
- Олег Бундур – Играю в школьном спектакле
- Владимир Высоцкий – В тюрьме Таганской нас стало мало
- On The Death Of A Fair Infant Dying Of A Cough poem – John Milton poems
- The Apple Trees at Olema by Robert Hass
- I am not ashamed of myself by Swami Aaron Thomas
- Олег Сердобольский – Птенчик
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).
