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
- Sonet 48 by William Alexander
- Nick And The Candlestick by Sylvia Plath
- Love’s Divinest Power by Timothy Thomas Fortune
- Джон Китс – Что ж, по горам и по долам
- Underneath an Abject Willow by W H Auden
- Ольга Седакова – Преданья о подвижниках похожи
- Владимир Маяковский – Россия – страна земледельческая… (РОСТА №874)
- Why I Voted the Socialist Ticket by Vachel Lindsay
- Dejection: An Ode by Samuel Coleridge
- Robert Burns: Epigram To Miss Ainslie In Church: Who was looking up the text during sermon.
- Sleep by Rabindranath Tagore
- Владимир Луговской – Остролистник
- The Eve of Saint Agnes by Malcolm Massiah
- Владимир Маяковский – В России голод… (Главполитпросвет № 236)
- Robert Burns: Lovely Young Jessie:
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).
