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 Берггольц – А помнишь
- To Youth by Sarojini Naidu
- Николай Карамзин – Там всё велико, всё прелестно
- Chronicles by Mark Olynyk
- Let It Be Forgotten by Sara Teasdale
- Robert Burns: On The Death Of Robert Dundas, Esq., Of Arniston,: Late Lord President of the Court of Session.
- Ольга Седакова – Сказочка
- Proud Music of The Storm by Walt Whitman
- A Song About Myself poem – John Keats poems
- Robert Burns: On Andrew Turner:
- The Bowling-Green by William Somervile
- Нина Гаген-Торн – Барак ночью
- Letter To A Purist by Sylvia Plath
- Олег Григорьев – Кресло рассохлось
- Sunday Morning Blues poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster
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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).
