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
- Epigram on a Suicide by Robert Burns
- Upside Down
- Summon Me by Walid Saba
- Hark! Hark! The Lark by William Shakespeare
- Stars Over The Dordogne by Sylvia Plath
- He That Loves A Rosy Cheek by Thomas Carew
- Love Sonnet XXV poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Song of the Universal. by Walt Whitman
- Ольга Берггольц – Февральский дневник
- Федор Сологуб – Под черёмухой цветущей
- Green Grow The Rashes by Robert Burns
- Red Planet Haiku by Thomas J Camp
- Владимир Маяковский – Слегка нахальные стихи товарищам из ЭМКАХИ
- Lord Nevils Advice
- September Rain by Vishü Rita Krocha
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).
