The Beloved (Paul Eluard Poems)
She is standing on my eyelidsAnd her hair is wound in mine,She has the form of my hands,She has the ...
Paul Eluard Poems on Speaking (4 Poems)
The Nakedness of Truth (I know it well) (Paul Eluard Poem)
Despair has no wings, Nor has love, No countenance: They do not speak. I do not stir, I do not ...
The River (Paul Eluard Poem)
The river I have under my tongue, Unimaginable water, my little boat, And curtains lowered, let's speak. (Paul Eluard)
At the Window (Paul Eluard Poem)
I have not always had this certainty, this pessimism which reassures the best among us. There was a time when ...