The Season Of Loves Poem by Paul Eluard

Love knows no season..... Great poem.....

On the bed of waters! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

In the wandering transparency of your noble face these floating animals are wonderful I envy their candour their inexperience Nice poem. Loved it.

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.

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.

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.

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.