Paul Eluard

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

Paul Eluard Poems

1. Series 4/7/2010
2. Lovely And Lifelike 4/7/2010
3. The Season Of Loves 4/7/2010
4. The Immediate Life 4/7/2010
5. Nusch 4/7/2010
6. Nearer To Us 4/7/2010
7. Open Door 4/7/2010
8. Thus, Woman, Principle Of Life, Speaker Of The Ideal 4/7/2010
9. Max Ernst 4/7/2010
10. The Word 4/7/2010
11. Uninterrupted Poetry 4/7/2010
12. To Marc Chagall 4/7/2010
13. We Two 4/7/2010
14. Our Life 4/7/2010
15. The Beloved 4/7/2010
16. Obsession 4/7/2010
17. Ring Of Peace 4/7/2010
18. Your Orange Hair In The Void Of The World 4/7/2010
19. Talking Of Power And Love 4/7/2010
20. L'Amoureuse 12/14/2011
21. We Have Created The Night 4/7/2010
22. The World Is Blue As An Orange 4/7/2010
23. The Curve Of Your Eyes 4/7/2010
24. Other Children 1/3/2003
25. The Deaf And Blind 1/3/2003
26. In A New Night 4/7/2010
27. The Nakedness Of Truth (I Know It Well) 1/3/2003
28. Fertile Eyes 4/7/2010
29. It’s The Sweet Law Of Men 4/7/2010
30. ‘you Rise The Water Unfolds’ 4/7/2010
31. To Live 1/3/2003
32. Liberty 4/7/2010
33. The Human Face 1/3/2003
34. The Absence 1/3/2003
35. Even When We Sleep 4/7/2010
36. As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body’s Senses 4/7/2010
37. At The Window 4/7/2010
38. Easy 4/7/2010
39. Barely Disfigured 4/7/2010
40. The River 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Paul Eluard

Five Haiku

The wind
Undecided
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.

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Curfew

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?

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