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
- Sheep In Fog by Sylvia Plath
- Eavesdropping myself by Vladimir Marku
- Breather by Vishü Rita Krocha
- Medusa by Sylvia Plath
- Lonely Nights by Walter William Safar
- Players Ask For A Blessing On The Psalteries And On Themselves by William Butler Yeats
- By The Fire poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- At Last She Comes by Robert Louis Stevenson
- Омар Хайям – Не порочь лозы-невесты
- Sonnet poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Николай Гумилев – Крест
- Владимир Луговской – Севастополь
- I Want To Die In My Own Bed by Yehuda Amichai
- Василий Казин – Каменщик
- Владимир Маяковский – Вот что для голодающих прислали из-за границы, ассоциации и частные лица (Главполитпросвет №363)
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).
