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
- Dawlish poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Набоков – Кубы
- The Secret of the Machines by Rudyard Kipling
- Ode 1957: An intellectual by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Against All Streams by Walter William Safar
- A New Year’s Gift by William Strode
- Late realizations by Tanisha Avarsekar
- Владимир Корнилов – Глухота
- Sonnet : To Eva by Sylvia Plath
- Михаил Кузмин – Живется нам не плохо
- A Tree Song by Rudyard Kipling
- Олег Бундур – Силачи
- Shut Not Your Doors, &c. by Walt Whitman
- Mary Morison by Robert Burns
- Snakecharmer by Sylvia Plath
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).
