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
- The Bell Buoy by Rudyard Kipling
- Джон Донн – Когда я с ней, с моим бесценным кладом
- Dinner Date by Rainbow Reed
- Олег Бундур – Поссорились
- Natural History by Sylvia Plath
- The Tavern by Willa Cather
- Between Games by Vasko Popa
- Notice by Steve Kowit
- A Journey Through The Moonlight by Russell Edson
- Ольга Седакова – Вениамин
- View From The Top Of Black Comb by William Wordsworth
- At Her Grave poem – Alfred Austin
- Olney Hymn 59: A Living And A Dead Faith by William Cowper
- come, sun rays by Raj Arumugam
- Stop Looking For Broken Heart Poems and Quotes and Win Your Ex Back Instead!
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).
