A group of people get inside the bus,
Comes down from the bus.
They are about fifteen, with digging hoe, in hand.
The black people of village.
They are going to work, in row.
They are labour,
Mixed with soil, sweat and salt.
I can recognize their sweat and salt,
Sweat and salt of hard worker man.
I can hear their heart beat,
The heart beats of most ordinary man.
They made strong the axe of man,
With their blood.
They are man.
They enrich the moving history,
The evolutionary history of man.
They are man.
They are labour.
They are walking in row,
With digging hoe in hand.
I feel united with them.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Николай Карамзин – К Алине на смерть ее супруга
- Epigram : To Leonora Singing At Rome (Translated From Milton) by William Cowper
- Владимир Степанов – Юрий Гагарин
- Crazy Jane Talks With The Bishop by William Butler Yeats
- The Choice by William Butler Yeats
- Fringed Gentian poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Николай Гумилев – Мадагаскар
- Олег Бундур – Ужин
- Ольга Берггольц – Надежда
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Христианские мысли перед битвами
- Robert Burns: Ballads on Mr. Heron’s Election, 1795: Second-Election Day
- Ольга Ермолаева – Герасим Грачевник
- Федор Сологуб – Короткая радость сгорела
- The Dawn by William Butler Yeats
- The Neophyte poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
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