Eluard was born to a lower-middle-class family in Saint Denis, Paris. His father was a bookkeeper, his mother, helped out with the household income by ..
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I speak to you across cities I speak to you across plains
My mouth is upon your pillow
Both faces of the walls come meeting My voice discovering you
I speak to you of eternity
O cities memories of cities Cities wrapped in our desires Cities come early cities come lately Cities strong and cities secret Plundered of their master's builders All their thinkers all their ghosts
Fields pattern of emerald Bright living surviving The harvest of the sky over our earth Feeds my voice I dream and weep I laugh and dream among the flames Among the clusters of the sun
And over my body your body spreads The sheet of it's bright mirror.
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The Absence by Paul Eluard