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I said it to you for the tree of the sea
For each wave for the birds in the leaves
For the pebbles of sound
For familiar hands
For the eye that becomes landscape or face
And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour
For all that night drank
For the network of roads
For the open window for a bare forehead
I said it to you for your thoughts for your words
Every caress every trust survives.
For each wave for the birds in the leaves
For the pebbles of sound
For familiar hands
For the eye that becomes landscape or face
And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour
For all that night drank
For the network of roads
For the open window for a bare forehead
I said it to you for your thoughts for your words
Every caress every trust survives.
(1895-1952)
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Footnote
Another poem by Paul Eluard is here.
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Did the recipient
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do you not need
to be with me?
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sounds so pretty.
The recipient needs you
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where he will pray for your arrival
on a daily basis.
Prayer did not
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cry. Did not heed
need. Did not say
She no longer
wants to be alone
and she knew
all along, the right
way to make
what she wants,
what he says
that he wants,
To really happen.
The result is an
insurmountable
height of difficulty
to speaks the word,
"alone"