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
- August 1968 by W H Auden
- The Strange Lady by William Cullen Bryant
- Аля Кудряшева – Трилогия перед годом (Цепочка ассоциаций)
- Twelve Years by Paul Celan
- I’ll go and be a Sodger by Robert Burns
- Николай Тихонов – Крутили мельниц диких жернова
- Олег Бундур – Тополёк
- Валерий Брюсов – Германия (отрывки)
- Sleep and Death by William Wycherley
- Олег Бундур – Настроение
- MOURNING by Satish Verma
- The Exeter Road poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Василий Жуковский – На смерть Андрея Тургенева
- The Story Of Our Lives by Mark Strand
- Федор Сологуб – Светлый пир
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).
