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
- Lyfe by Stevens Cadet
- Song: Eternity of Love Protested by Thomas Carew
- Алексей Жемчужников – Зимнее чувство
- To His Honour the Lieutenant-Governor by Phillis Wheatley
- Let me be to Thee as the circling bird poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- A Schoolyard Shame by Ryan Isaacson
- Robert Burns: A Grace After Dinner, Extempore:
- The Tree by Sara Teasdale
- Singapore by Mary Gilmore
- Olney Hymn 27: Welcome To The Table by William Cowper
- The Recruit poem – A. E. Housman
- Robert Burns: Impromptu Lines To Captain Riddell: On Returning a Newspaper.
- Олег Бундур – Тополёк
- Валерий Брюсов – Гнутся высокие лотосы
- My Mother’s Grief
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).
