Julian Tuwim - Works

Works

  • Czyhanie na Boga (Lurking for God, 1918)
  • Sokrates tańczący (Dancing Socrates, 1920)
  • Siódma jesień (The Seventh Autumn, 1921)
  • Wierszy tom czwarty (1923)
  • *Murzynek Bambo (1923,1924)
  • Czary i czarty polskie (Sorcery and Deuces of Poland, 1924)
  • Wypisy czarnoksięskie (The Reader of Sorcery, 1924)
  • A to pan zna? (And do you know it?, 1925)
  • Czarna msza (1925)
  • Tysiąc dziwów prawdziwych (1925)
  • Słowa we krwi (1926)
  • Tajemnice amuletów i talizmanów (1926)
  • Strofy o późnym lecie
  • Rzecz czarnoleska (1929)
  • Jeździec miedziany (1932)
  • Biblia cygańska i inne wiersze (1932)
  • Jarmark rymów (1934)
  • Polski słownik pijacki i antologia bachiczna (1935)
  • Treść gorejąca (1936)
  • Bal w Operze (1936, published 1946)
  • Kwiaty polskie (1940–1946, published 1949)
  • Pegaz dęba, czyli panoptikum poetyckie (1950)
  • Piórem i piórkiem (1951)

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