Poems by Julian Tuwim
The Saturday Night Song
... I smash-because I feel like it! Hang it all! Freedom! I've power! ...
Grass
... So that my words won't come between ...
Polish Flowers
... In the midst of hunger, cold, dirt and slime ...
The Locomotive
... More slowly - than turtles - with freight - on their - backs, ...
The Dancing Socrates
... I sing. My ancient bones bask in the sun's glow, ...
The Common Man
... And feed off your sweat and blood - the leeches! ...
Wife
... When he tries to speak he gets nervous: piles of words flurry and tumble ...
