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 Captive Trumpeter by William Somervile
- Respect her by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- Sonnet 74: But be contented when that fell arrest by William Shakespeare
- Melville And Coghill – The Place Of The Little Hand poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Владимир Британишский – Мальчики, девочки, литстудийцы
- Николай Гумилев – Новорожденному
- Sussex by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Высоцкий – Он не вернулся из боя
- The Trial Of A Man by Sylvia Plath
- Sonnet CVII by William Shakespeare
- One Step Backward Taken by Robert Frost
- This Aloneness by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Михаил Кузмин – Выздоравливающей
- Dane-Geld by Rudyard Kipling
- Sonnet Of Motherhood XL poem – Zora Bernice May Cross 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).
