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
- Sonnet 05
- Rainbow by Ria De Torres
- Владимир Высоцкий – Михаилу Шемякину под впечатлением от серии “Чрево”
- Acquainted With the Night by Robert Frost
- Нина Воронель – Харьков
- Sea Salt A Villanelle
- Владимир Корнилов – Гумилев
- It was an April morning: fresh and clear by William Wordsworth
- Like Barley Bending by Sara Teasdale
- Владимир Маяковский – Живой труп (РОСТА №182)
- nominalism_is_a_liquid_kuhi.html
- Jerusalem Delivered – Book 02 – part 04 by Torquato Tasso
- Busy Heart, The by Rupert Brooke
- Николай Гумилев – Моя мечта летит к далекому Парижу
- Николай Карамзин – Покой и слава
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).
