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
- Вероника Тушнова – Я поняла, ты не хотел мне зла
- Низами Гянджеви – Спустилась ночь
- Gleaners Of Fame poem – Alfred Austin
- Sonet 49 by William Alexander
- Taita Falcon above the Zambezi by Tom Mukasa
- Woman by Tala Bar
- The Frog’s Choice by William Somervile
- Sonnet 103: Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth by William Shakespeare
- Tom O’Roughley by William Butler Yeats
- Виктор Гусев – Сестра
- Олег Бундур – Уборка
- Шекспир – Люблю твои глаза – Сонет 132
- Федор Сологуб – Слепой судьбе противореча
- What Reward? by Winifred Mary Letts
- English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Broken Heart. Уильям Барнс.
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).
