Paul Eluard Poems
|41.||The Curve Of Your Eyes||4/7/2010|
|42.||The Deaf And Blind||1/3/2003|
|43.||The Human Face||1/3/2003|
|44.||The Immediate Life||4/7/2010|
|45.||The Nakedness Of Truth (I Know It Well)||1/3/2003|
|47.||The Season Of Loves||4/7/2010|
|49.||The World Is Blue As An Orange||4/7/2010|
|50.||Thus, Woman, Principle Of Life, Speaker Of The Ideal||4/7/2010|
|52.||To Marc Chagall||4/7/2010|
|54.||We Have Created The Night||4/7/2010|
|56.||Your Orange Hair In The Void Of The World||4/7/2010|
Rolls a cigarette of air
The mute girl talks:
It is art's imperfection.
This impenetrable speech.
The motor car is truly launched:
Four martyrs' heads
Roll under the wheels.
Ah! a thousand flames, a fire,
The light, a shadow!
The sun is following me.
A feather gives to a hat
A touch of lightness:
The chimney smokes.
We both have our hands to give
Take mine I shall lead you afar
I have lived several times my face hasw changed
With every threshold I have crossed and every hand clasped Familial springtime was reborn
Keeping for itself and for me its perishable snow
Death and the betrothed
The future with five fingers clenched and letting go