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.
What else could we do, for the doors were guarded,
What else could we do, for they had imprisoned us,
What else could we do, for the streets were forbidden us,
What else could we do, for the town was asleep?
What else could we do, for she hungered and thirsted,
What else could we do, for we were defenceless,
What else could we do, for night had descended,
What else could we do, for we were in love?