Paul Eluard: My Forehead Against The Glass

20 August 2018


My forehead against the glass like the watchmen of grief
Sky whose night I have surpassed
Plains so small in my open hands
In their double horizon inert indifferent
My forehead against the glass like the watchmen of grief
I look for you beyond all expectation
Beyond even myself
And no longer know loving you so
Which of us two is absent.

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