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

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (11/26/2015 9:39:00 PM)

    A nugget of wisdom. Books are better than friends. A friend can betray in unusual circumstances but a boob, never! Thanks for sharing.10 (Report) Reply

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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal Mohammed Asim Nehal (11/26/2015 3:18:00 PM)

    This wise old man is real gem to have wisdom, books are true friends. (Report) Reply

  • Shah Surja Shah Surja (11/26/2015 1:50:00 PM)

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

  • Rajnish Manga Rajnish Manga (11/26/2015 11:06:00 AM)

    Even without any notes from the poet, we can understand the pathos arising out of the tragic situation in which an old man carrying some books is being kicked by police for no apparent unlawful activity. (Report) Reply

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (11/26/2015 10:55:00 AM)

    A very wonderful poem. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.10 points. (Report) Reply

  • Dutendra Chamling 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

  • * 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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