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
- in praise of the moon by Raj Arumugam
- Владимир Луговской – Радость
- English Poetry. Isaac Watts. Hymn 2. Исаак Уоттс.
- Last Instructions to a Painter poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Labor Pains
- South Wind by Siegfried Sassoon
- Ode On Indolence poem – John Keats poems
- Looks A-Know’d Avore by William Barnes
- Омар Хайям – День прошел, и о нем позабудь поскорей
- I a soul by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- The Moment I knew my Life had Changed by Maria Mazziotti Gillan
- Илья Эренбург – Вы приняли меня в изысканной гостиной
- Владимир Маяковский – Тебе тепло?.. (РОСТА №599)
- Cornish Cliffs poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Данько – Верхом на палочке
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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).
