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
- Past and Future by Sarojini Naidu
- A Late Lark Twitters From The Quiet Skies by William Ernest Henley
- The Memorial poem – Alexander Pushkin
- To a person, they say, frigid, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem: A celle que l’on fit froide by T. Wignesan
- ‘They’ by Siegfried Sassoon
- Олег Широв – Она бесценна, просто ангел
- Olney Hymn 34: The Waiting Soul by William Cowper
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Певец
- Can You See The Pride In The Panther? by Tupac Shakur
- The Night
- A Ripple Song by Rudyard Kipling
- The Skies by William Cullen Bryant
- Endymion: Book II poem – John Keats poems
- Christabel by Samuel Coleridge
- The Woman in the Ordinary by Marge Piercy
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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).
