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
- Михаил Лермонтов – Без вас хочу сказать вам много
- Anacreontics Drinking
- Torn Shades by Thomas Lux
- Phantom by Samuel Coleridge
- My Girl she’s Airy: A Fragment by Robert Burns
- The Dawn
- Sonnet 91: Some glory in their birth, some in their skill by William Shakespeare
- don_juan.html
- Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep by Mary Frye
- Ox Tamer, The. by Walt Whitman
- Does Our Spirit Fly Away by Mary Etta Metcalf
- Base of all Metaphysics, The. by Walt Whitman
- Robert Burns: A Red, Red Rose: [Hear Red, Red Rose]
- The Survivor by Primo Levi
- Кондратий Рылеев – Как солнце ни блестит и как оно ни светит
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).
