Paul Eluard
Paul Eluard
Paul Éluard, born Eugène Émile Paul Grindel, was a French poet and one of the founders of the surrealist movement...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth14 December 1895
CountryFrance
knows known
You cannot be known Better than I know you.
love-you grief expectations
The front windows as are the watchmen of grief - I've been looking beyond expectation - Beyond myself - and I do not know as I love you - Which one of us is missing.
sleep eye fate
I cannot be known Better than you know me Your eyes in which we sleep We together Have made for my man’s gleam A better fate than for the common nights Your eyes in which I travel Have given to signs along the roads A meaning alien to the earth In your eyes who reveal to us Our endless solitude Are no longer what they thought themselves to be You cannot be known Better than I know you.
eye earth aliens
Your eyes in which I travel Have given to signs along the roads A meaning alien to the earth.
children men stronger
We want to be, when we are young, A little man. I would like to be a big child, Stronger and fairer than a man, And more lucid than a child.
elephants contagious
Elephants are contagious.
heart eye curves
The curve of your eyes goes around my heart, A round of dance and sweetness, Halo of time, nocturnal and safe cradle, And if I don't know any more all that I've lived through It's because I haven't always been seen by you.
body flesh doe
The language of my love does not belong to human language, my human body does not touch the flesh of my love.
inspire inspired poet
The poet is he who inspires, rather than he who is inspired.
beautiful eye world
A woman is more beautiful than the world in which I live; and so I close my eyes.
sleep watches
Even when we sleep we watch over one another.
dream sleep eye
She is standing on my lids And her hair is in my hair She has the colour of my eye She has the body of my hand In my shade she is engulfed As a stone against the sky She will never close her eyes And she does not let me sleep And her dreams in the bright day Make the suns evaporate And me laugh cry and laugh Speak when I have nothing to say
dream errors imagination
All my desires are born of my dreams. And I have proven my love with words. To what fantastic creatures have I entrusted myself, in what dolorous and ravishing world has my imagination enclosed me? I am sure of having been loved in the most mysterious of domains, my own. The language of my love does not belong to human language, my human body does not touch the flesh of my love. My amorous imagination has always been constant and high enough so that nothing could attempt to convince me of error.
orange blue earth
The earth is blue like an orange.