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 Костров – Выходец из волости лесистой
- March Evening poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- City of Ships. by Walt Whitman
- Михаил Лермонтов – Без вас хочу сказать вам много
- O the Chimneys by Nelly Sachs
- Жан Расин – Андромаха
- Гавриил Державин – Охотник
- My Picture-Gallery. by Walt Whitman
- And Doth Not a Meeting Like This by Thomas Moore
- A Voice From The West poem – Alfred Austin
- Slag by Mark Base
- Town Planning Agencies by Tilottama Chatterjee
- REFLECTING THE PRAISES by Satish Verma
- My Daughter by Preeth Nambiar
- To a Discarded Toast by William Somervile
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).
