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
- Going for Water by Robert Frost
- Кондратий Рылеев – К N. N. (Когда душа изнемогала)
- Poppies In July by Sylvia Plath
- Cells by Rudyard Kipling
- The Road To Ruin by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Lost Friend poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Answer by Rudyard Kipling
- Astrophel and Stella LXXXIV: HIGHWAY by Sir Philip Sidney
- Incendiary by Vernon Scannell
- Purdah by Sylvia Plath
- Анатолий Жигулин – Где теперь ты, рыжая
- The Masks of Love
- The Death Of Adonis by Sappho
- Владимир Маяковский – Наврут полный короб… (Главполитпросвет №68)
- Before an Examination by Stephen Vincent Benet
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