Julian Tuwim Poems
- The Locomotive A big locomotive has pulled into town, Heavy,...
- The Dancing Socrates I roast in the sun, old wretch... I ...
- The Common Man When plastered billboards scream with slogans ...
- Polish Flowers A box with paints from childhood's time: The...
- Grass Grass, grass up to my knees! Grow up to the sky So ...
- The Saturday Night Song Hooray, the echo will resound ...
- Wife My husband is idle, is dumb and spends money. He ...
Julian Tuwim was a polish poet born in 1894. He was the leader of the Skamander group of experimental poets, he was also a major figure in his nation's literature. In his principal collection of poetry, Slowa we krwi [words bathed in blood] (1926), he wrote with fervor and violence of the emptiness of urban existence.
Tuwim spent his childhood and early school years in Lodz. Between 1916-1918 he studied law and philosophy in Warsaw. During that time he co-operated with various magazines and cabarets. During World War II he emigrated to Romania, France, Portugal, Brasil, and in 1942 to New York. There he wrote his major poem "Kwiaty Polskie" , in which he describes the ... more »
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A big locomotive has pulled into town,
Heavy, humungus, with sweat rolling down,
A plump jumbo olive.
Huffing and puffing and panting and smelly,
Fire belches forth from her fat cast iron belly.
Poof, how she's burning,
Oof, how she's boiling,
Puff, how she's churning,
Huff, how she's toiling.
She's fully exhausted and all out of breath,
Yet the coalman continues to stoke her to death.
Numerous wagons she tugs down the track:
Iron and steel monsters hitched up to her back,
All filled with people and other things too:
The first carries cattle, ...