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 Tavern by Willa Cather
- Зинаида Александрова – Маленькой елочке холодно зимой
- Игорь Северянин – Парижские Жоржики
- The Flower of Mending by Vachel Lindsay
- To a Western Boy. by Walt Whitman
- Seed Time And Harvest
- I Shout Love by Milton Acorn
- Николай Огарев – Я сорвал ветку кипариса
- It is the Muses by Sappho
- Robert Burns: The Five Carlins: An Election Ballad
- Distant Time by Rabindranath Tagore
- Song to the Evening Star by Thomas Campbell
- The Water Crowvoot by William Barnes
- Epitaph on a noted coxcomb by Robert Burns
- English Poetry. George Eliot. How Lisa Loved the King. Джордж Элиот.
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).
