Julian Tuwim

(1894 - 1953 / Łódź / Poland)

The Dancing Socrates - Poem by Julian Tuwim

I roast in the sun, old wretch...
I lie, and yawn, I stretch.
Old am I, but full of pep:
When I take a slug from the cup
I sing.
My ancient bones bask in the sun's glow,
And my curly, wise, grey head.
In that wise head, like woods in spring
Hums and hums a wiser wine.
Eternal thoughts flow and flow,
Like time.


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  • (2/27/2008 1:03:00 AM)

    The Dancing Socrates


    I roast in the sun, an old wretch...
    I lie, and yawn, I stretch.
    Old am I, but full of pep:

    Wonderful poem on the life of one great man from the old-fashioned anlytical school of life!
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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