Paul Eluard: The Arc Of Your Eyes

20 August 2018


The arc of your eyes makes the rounds of my heart
A circuit of dance and gentleness,
Halo of time, cradle nocturnal and sure,
And if I no longer know all I have lived
It is because your eyes have not always seen me.

Leaves of daylight and moss of dew,
Reeds of the wind, perfumed smiles,
Wings covering the world with light
Boats charged with the sky and the sea,
Hunters of sounds and fountains of colour,

Scents hatched from a clutch of dawns
That rest forever on the straw of stars,
As daylight depends on innocence
The whole world depends on your pure eyes
And all my blood flows through their gaze.

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