Paul Eluard

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

The Season Of Loves - Poem by Paul Eluard

By the road of ways
In the three-part shadow of troubled sleep
I come to you the double the multiple
as like you as the era of deltas.

Your head is as tiny as mine
The nearby sea reigns with spring
Over the summers of your fragile form
And here one burns bundles of ermine.

In the wandering transparency
of your noble face
these floating animals are wonderful
I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters
Finds the road of love without bowing
By the road of ways
and without the talisman that reveals
your laughter at the crowd of women
and your tears no one wants


Comments about The Season Of Loves by Paul Eluard

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (8/26/2017 11:52:00 PM)


    In the wandering transparency
    of your noble face
    these floating animals are wonderful
    I envy their candour their inexperience
    Nice poem. Loved it.
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  • Denis Mair (8/26/2017 7:31:00 AM)


    Haunted in the winnowing of time, he grasps at a thorn someone left in his side, where a delta compounds the shadows of troubled sleep. Such a person arrives on the roads of an era, glimpsed in clearings while bounding with animal elegance. He lets go of talismans and goes into rippling waters, to experience that person's ways of finding love. This man is a troubadour for our time. (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (8/26/2017 7:25:00 AM)


    Beautiful poetry. Great imagery gives birth to a great poem like this one. Love is dripping thick from every stanzas.

    By the road of ways
    In the three-part shadow of troubled sleep
    I come to you the double the multiple
    as like you as the era of deltas.
    ... is awesome.
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  • Lantz Pierre (8/26/2017 5:22:00 AM)


    What a beautifully lyrical masterpiece. Dreamy and fluid and ethereal and still solidly grounded and almost tangible. Like a dream. But isn't that what one expects from one of the founding fathers of surrealism? Of course. The shifting images are magical, floating into one another, baffling reason while simultaneously speaking directly to emotion and the deeper awareness that words are only an evanescent messenger for something that cannot be spoken of directly, that cannot be adequately captured by the rough, craggy logic of reason. Fidelity to the transient, giving transparency to the inherently opaque, breaking down barriers to find the warm inner source of being, these are the successes Eluard works to eloquently to convey. (Report) Reply

    Denis Mair (8/26/2017 7:44:00 AM)

    You get an excellent handle on this. He uses the eyes of an opaque thing to see that thing, and thus finds its transparency. His transitions defy any opposition between concreteness and immateriality. See my comment above.

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (8/26/2017 4:35:00 AM)


    Your inexperience on the bed of waters
    Finds the road of love without bowing
    By the road of ways
    and without the talisman that reveals
    your laughter at the crowd of women
    and your tears no one wants.... loved reading these..Great poem shared.
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (8/26/2017 2:07:00 AM)


    On the bed of waters! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (8/26/2017 12:31:00 AM)


    Love knows no season..... Great poem..... (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (8/26/2017 12:29:00 AM)


    An excellent write. Thanks Paul. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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