Paul Eluard (14 December 1895 – 18 November 1952 / Saint Denis / Paris)
You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling
You are inscribed in the eyes that I love
You are not poverty absolutely
Since the poorest of lips denounce you
Ah with a smile
Love of kind bodies
Power of love
From which kindness rises
Like a bodiless monster
Sadness beautiful face.
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