Polish poetry
Cyprian Kamil Norwid - poems



THE SPHINX

The Sphinx barred my way in a dark cave
Ever hungry for truths
Like a publican, beggar or knave
Molesting travellers with cries of "Truth!".

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"Man?... he's a priest ignorant
And green..."
I replied.

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An behold,
The Sphinx retreated against the rock:
I passed alive !