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
- Василий Жуковский – К Перовскому (Счастливец, ею ты любим)
- To Mr. Thomas Southern, on his Birth-Day poem – Alexander Pope
- Алексей Толстой – Уж ласточки, кружась, над крышей щебетали
- Transcended Land Of Love by Vaishnavi Prakash
- The Rear-Guard by Siegfried Sassoon
- Ballade Of The Muse poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Puck’s Song by Rudyard Kipling
- The Lamentation Of The Old Pensioner by William Butler Yeats
- An April Fool poem – Alfred Austin
- Allegory by Thomas Hood
- Mahomed Akrams Appeal To The Stars
- Diving Deep by Pawan Kumar
- Новелла Матвеева – Есть вопиющий быт, есть вещие примеры
- Thoughts in a Garden poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- 1914 III: The Dead by Rupert Brooke
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).
