Paul Eluard

(14 December 1895 – 18 November 1952 / Saint Denis / Paris)

The Deaf And Blind - Poem by Paul Eluard

Do we reach the sea with clocks
In our pockets, with the noise of the sea
In the sea, or are we the carriers
Of a purer and more silent water?

The water rubbing against our hands sharpens knives.
The warriors have found their weapons in the waves
And the sound of their blows is like
The rocks that smash the boats at night.

It is the storm and the thunder. Why not the silence
Of the flood, for we have dreamt within us
Space for the greatest silence and we breathe
Like the wind over terrible seas, like the wind

That creeps slowly over every horizon.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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