L'Amoureuse

Elle est debour sur mes paupières
Et ses cheveux sont dans les miens,
Elle a la forme de mes mains,
Elle a la couleur de mes yeux,
Elle s'engloutit dan mon ombre
Comme une pierre sur le ciel.

Elle a toujours les yeux ouverts
Et ne me laisse pas dormir.
Ses rêves en pleine lumière
Font s'évaporer les soleils,
Me font rire, pleurer et rire,
Parler sans avoir rien à dire

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(Samuel Beckett's translation)
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

by Paul Eluard

Comments (10)

Life's contrast is a reality everyone knows; but the way you portrayed it in 8 simple looking lines is truly amazing... Loved it... Regards, Kamran
thanks for sharing this wonderful words of poetry. well done my friend.
An excellent poem Shiraz! A delight to read indeed! ! Best wishes! *10*! ! Friend Thad
What a nice angelic theme in a very short piece! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Angels always touch our hearts to be in a moment of peace and be in a bliss...a 10.
Sometimes we need to make a clean break and start again, wise words as always, 10 Lynda xx
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