Julian Tuwim

(1894 - 1953 / Łódź / Poland)

Polish Flowers - Poem by Julian Tuwim

A box with paints from childhood's time:
The colors of town are earth and grime.
An old worker at a dark doorway squats,
The spuds in his bowl are powdery dry.
It's a face of yellowish and gray spots
In the midst of hunger, cold, dirt and slime.


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  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (6/22/2014 3:36:00 AM)

    Nice poem but i find it hard to understand what its about (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 1, 2010



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