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
- Новелла Матвеева – Набрела на правильную строчку
- Days Are Gone by Mary Etta Metcalf
- Sonnet. If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain’d poem – John Keats poems
- Song of the Indian Maid, from ‘Endymion’ poem – John Keats poems
- Robert Burns: Epigram On Francis Grose The Antiquary:
- Allegory by Thomas Hood
- Шекспир – Меня не радует твоя печаль – Сонет 34
- Анатолий Жигулин – Дальние предки
- Gethsemane by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Маяковский – Давайте и получите (РОСТА №495)
- À ce point du voyage by Martine Morillon-Carreau
- The Chant of the Indignant of the World by Sunil Sharma
- Perseus by Sylvia Plath
- Константин Бальмонт – Музыка
- Омар Хайям – Если бог не услышит меня в вышине
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).
