The Immediate Life Poem by Paul Eluard

The Immediate Life



What’s become of you why this white hair and pink
Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending
The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium
Solitude chases me with its rancour.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: hair,marriage,pink,solitude
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Paul Eluard

Paul Eluard

Saint Denis / Paris
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