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
- Ulysses poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Homecoming by Robert Lowell
- The Summons poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Before the Battle by Siegfried Sassoon
- Валерий Брюсов – Пиршество войны
- Владимир Луговской – Звезда (Я знаю ты любишь меня)
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня микрофона
- An Appointment by William Butler Yeats
- Mild is the Parting Year by Walter Savage Landor
- Just Thinking by William Stafford
- The Needle poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – Случай на таможне
- Poetry And Politics
- Mariana poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Kinu Goala’s Alley – English Translation by Rabindranath Tagore
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).
