[The curve of your eyes] La courbe de tes yeux fait le tour de mon coeur,Un rond de danse et de douceur,Auréole du temps, berceau nocturne et sûr,Et si je ne sais plus tout ce que j’ai vécuC’est que tes yeux ne m’ont pas toujours vu. Feuilles de jour et mousse de rosée,Roseaux du vent,… Continue reading Paul Éluard
On each blue scrap of noonOn the pond moldy sunOn the lake living moonI write your name On the sky on the meadowsOn the wings of birdsOn the millwheel of shadowsI write your name — Paul Éluard, from “Liberty,” Poetry (October 1945)
The curve of your eyes goes around my heart — Paul Éluard
Even when we sleep we watch over each otherAnd this love heavier than a lake’s ripe fruitWithout laughter or tears lasts foreverOne day after another one night after us. — Paul Éluard, “Even When We Sleep” Unknown Soure
Hope raises no dust. — Paul Éluard
The Death of Apollinaire (La Mort de Guillaume Apollinaire) We know nothing We know nothing of grief The bitter season of cold Ploughs long furrows in our muscles He would have rather enjoyed delight in victory We wise beneath calm sorrows caged Unable to do a thing If the snow… Continue reading Tristan Tzara
If the birds were among us to be mirrored In the tranquil lake above our heads WE MIGHT UNDERSTAND Death would be a long and beautiful voyage And an endless holiday for the flesh for structure for bone — Tristan Tzara, from “The Death of Apollinaire (La Mort de Guillaume Apollinaire),” (1919) The… Continue reading Tristan Tzara
Tell me what is there, what is there about you that so satisfies me when I touch you? — Mina Loy, from “Pazzarella,” Stories and Essays of Mina Loy (Dalkey Archive Press, 2011)
The Vale of Soul-Making 