Paul Eluard Poems

She looks into me
The unknowing heart
To see if I love
She has confidence she forgets
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The wind
Undecided
Rolls a cigarette of air
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I have not always had this certainty, this pessimism which reassures the best among us. There was
a time when my friends laughed at me. I was not the master of my words. A certain indifference, I
have not always known well what I wanted to say, but most often it was because I had nothing to
say. The necessity of speaking and the desire not to be heard. My life hanging only by a thread.
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She is standing on my eyelids
And her hair is in my hair
She has the color of my eye
She has the body of my hand
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I looked in front of me
In the crowd I saw you
Among the wheat I saw you
Beneath a tree I saw you
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I cannot be known
Better than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep
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La courbe de tes yeux fait le tour de mon coeur,
Un rond de danse et de douceur,
Auréole du temps, berceau nocturne et sûr,
Et si je ne sais plus tout ce que j'ai vécu
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There were only a few of them
In all the earth
Each one thought he was alone
They sang, they were right
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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?
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A few grains of dust more or less
On ancient shoulders
Locks of weakness on weary foreheads
This theatre of honey and faded roses
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