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 Высоцкий – Не бывает кораблей без названия
- Proclamation Without Pretension by Tristan Tzara
- How to Choose a Federal Resume Writing Service
- Oh fair enough are sky and plain poem – A. E. Housman
- Николай Гумилев – Лиловый цветок
- Occasioned By Some Verses of His Grace the Duke of Buckingham poem – Alexander Pope
- Epistle To Mrs Teresa Blount.[On Her Leaving The Town After The Coronation] poem – Alexander Pope
- Twins by Vinko Kalinić
- Bishop Blougram’s Apology by Robert Browning
- Шекспир – День без тебя казался ночью – Сонет 43
- Out Of The Window
- Humankind – How Limitless In Genius by Michael Levy
- Confession by Neelam Sinha
- The Woddy Hollow by William Barnes
- The Gardener XLIV: Reverend Sir, Forgive by Rabindranath Tagore
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).
