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
- Dear Bhikkhu A Eulogy
- Mark
- Epigram on Miss Davies by Robert Burns
- Николай Карамзин – К Алине на смерть ее супруга
- Robert Burns: The Cotter’s Saturday Night: Inscribed to R. Aiken, Esq., of Ayr.
- The Scissors-Grinder by Vachel Lindsay
- Robert Burns: Inscribed On A Work Of Hannah More’s: Presented to the Author by a Lady.
- Translations Dante Inferno Canto Xxvi
- The Fall by Satish Verma
- The Gardener XIX: You Walked by Rabindranath Tagore
- Suttee by Sarojini Naidu
- Composed While The Author Was Engaged In Writing A Tract Occasioned By The Convention Of Cintra by William Wordsworth
- A Writer’s Pen by Sahiti Siddharth
- At Daybreak by Siegfried Sassoon
- Федор Сологуб – Купол церкви, крест и небо
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).
