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
- Doors Of The Temple
- Владимир Гиляровский – Покаюсь
- Annus Memorabilis : Written in Commemoration of His Majesty’s Happy Recovery by William Cowper
- Николай Некрасов – Вор
- This Morning by Raymond Carver
- The Voice poem – Andree Chedid poems | Poems and Poetry
- Валерий Брюсов – Голос города (Ру-ру, ру-ру, трах, рк-ру-ру)
- The Princess And The Goblins by Sylvia Plath
- Malaria
- Нина Воронель – Бабий стих
- Оливер Голдсмит – Каждому по заслугам
- Ten Years After by Graham Rowlands
- Silence by Preeth Nambiar
- A Three-Part Song by Rudyard Kipling
- Extracts From An Opera poem – John Keats poems
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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).
