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
- The Secret Rose by William Butler Yeats
- 1914 III: The Dead by Rupert Brooke
- Владимир Высоцкий – Перед выездом в загранку заполняешь кучу бланков
- Acon and Rhodope by Walter Savage Landor
- Epitaph on a Noisy Polemic by Robert Burns
- Haiku: The Bluebird and the Sky by Monty Gilmer
- Владимир Высоцкий – Не заманишь меня на эстрадный концерт
- “According to the Mighty Working” by Thomas Hardy
- Ольга Ермолаева – Герасим Грачевник
- In the Forest of Life by Mike Yuan
- The Lover Mourns For The Loss Of Love by William Butler Yeats
- Николай Языков – Сомнение
- Константин Бальмонт – Мы шли в золотистом тумане
- A Cat Called Shan by Pamela Griffiths
- Владимир Маяковский – Тигр и киса
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).
