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
- Владимир Британишский – Служба
- Gigolo by Sylvia Plath
- Song by William Somervile
- Let me be to Thee as the circling bird poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- The Unchanging by Sara Teasdale
- Алексей Хомяков – Русская песня
- August 1968 by W H Auden
- Robert Burns: My Love, She’s But A Lassie Yet:
- A Poetry Reading At West Point by William Matthews
- Shrodon Feäir by William Barnes
- On Teaching The Young by Yvor Winters
- Moonlit Night by Tu Fu
- Высоцкий – Диалог у телевизора (Ой, Вань, смотри какие клоуны): текст стиха Владимира Высоцкого – Poetry Monster
- Lying on a Slab by Satish Verma
- Владимир Маяковский – Что делать?.. (РОСТА №193)
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).
