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
- To Mary by William Cowper
- The Songs of the Lathes by Rudyard Kipling
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- The Window
- Владислав Ходасевич – Обо всем в одних стихах не скажешь
- One Step Backward Taken by Robert Frost
- If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain’d poem – John Keats poems
- Ольга Высотская – Снежный кролик
- Вера Павлова – Они влюблены и счастливы
- Николай Некрасов – В тоске по юности моей
- Юлия Друнина – В сорок пятом
- A Snowy Night by William Barnes
- A Song In Storm by Rudyard Kipling
- The Oak Of Guernica Supposed Address To The Same by William Wordsworth
- Sin poem – Yao Ying poems | Poetry Monster
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