The Dancing Socrates

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.

by Julian Tuwim

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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!