When I was a child I knew red miners
dressed raggedly and wearing carbide lamps.
I saw them come down red hills to their camps
dyed with red dust from old Ishkooda mines.
Night after night I met them on the roads,
or on the streets in town I caught their glance;
the swing of dinner buckets in their hands,
and grumbling undermining all their words.
I also lived in low cotton country
where moonlight hovered over ripe haystacks,
or stumps of trees, and croppers’ rotting shacks
with famine, terror, flood, and plague near by,
where sentiment and hatred still held sway
and only bitter land was washed away.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- angel_of_christmas_love_shining_bright.html
- said, unsaid by tulip
- A Desolate Shore by William Ernest Henley
- Come In by Robert Frost
- Old Deuteronomy by T. S. Eliot
- Tree and Sky by Siegfried Sassoon
- Николай Языков – А. Н. Вульфу (Нe называй меня поэтом)
- Fifth Grade Autobiography by Rita Dove
- Fareweel To A’Our Scottish Fame by Robert Burns
- Nocturne by W H Auden
- Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, by William Wordsworth
- Николай Заболоцкий – Осенний клен
- brownie.html
- Владимир Высоцкий – Про королевское шествие
- quickstep.html
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).