Anna Swirszczynska

(1909 - 1984 / Warsaw)

He Was Lucky - Poem by Anna Swirszczynska

The old man
leaves his house, carries books.
A German soldier snatches his books
flings them in the mud.

The old man picks them up,
the soldier hits him in the face.
The old man falls,
the soldier kicks him and walks away.

The old man
lies in mud and blood.
Under him he feels
the books.

Comments about He Was Lucky by Anna Swirszczynska

  • Silver Star - 3,066 Points Dutendra Chamling (10/31/2015 3:49:00 AM)

    Anna Swirszczynska has her own language to poem, she has proved in this poem too. Wonderful poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 36,460 Points * Sunprincess * (6/1/2014 5:26:00 PM)

    .........ohh this is so sad and probably very true....some people truly love books....obviously the german soldier was not one of them.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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