I
Aloud
The agile love rise
With such brilliant sparkles
Which in his attic the head
Had feat to all confess.
Aloud
All the claws of blood covered
The memory of other births
Then overturned in the light
The future covered by embraces.
Impossible injustice an only being is in the world
The love chooses the love without changing face.
II
His eyes are tricks of light
Under the front of his nudity.
To flower of transparency
The returns of thinkings
Cancelling the words which are daef.
She erase all images
She dazzles love and its wrecked shadows
She loves – she loves to forget.
III
The representatives all-powerful of desire
New born heavy eyes
To remove light
The arc of your breasts strained by blind
Which remembers your hands
Your thin hair
Is in the unaware flow of your head
Caresses on the skin
And your mouth which is silent
Can prove the impossible.
IV
I told you about the clouds
I told you about the tree and the forest
About each wave about birds in the leaves
About the pebbles of noise
About the familiar hands
About the eye which becomes face or scene
And the sleep returns to sky of its color
About all the drunk night
About the grid of roads
About the opened window about a discovered front
I told you about your thinkings about your speakings
About caress about confidence survive.
V
More it was a kiss
Less hands on the eyes
Halos of the light
To lips of the horizon
And vortex of blood
Which indulge in the silence.
VI
You the only and I hear the grass of your laugh
You it’s your head which rise
And of the height of dangers of death
On the clouded globes of the rain of valleys
Below the heavy light under the sky of earth
You give birth to the fall
The birds is no more sufficient refuge
No more remissness no more tiredness
The memory of woods and of fragile streams
At the morning of whims
At the morning of visible caresses
At the grand morning of the absent of downfall
The boat of your eyes wander
In the lace of disappearances
The chasm is revealed to others to extinguish it
The shadow which you made haven’t right to the night.
VII
The earth is blue like an orange
Not at all an error the words don’t lie
They don’t let you to sing anymore
Around the kisses to get along
The madmen ant the loves
It’s blocked by alliance
All the secret all the laughs
And what clothes of indulgence
To believe it all naked
The wasps bloom green
The dawn passes around the neck
A necklace of windows
Wings cover the leaves
You have all the joys of the Sun
All the sun on the earth
On the ways to your beauty.
VIII
My love for representing my desires
Put your lips at the sky of your words like a star
Your kisses in the living night
And the wake of your arms around me
Like a flame in sing of conquest
My dreams are at the world
Clear and perpetual.
And when you aren’t there
I dream that I sleep I dream that I dream.
IX
Where the life is contemplated, all is submerged
Mount the crowns of oblivion
Vertigo at the heart of metamorphoses
Of a ecriture of solar algae
Love and love
Your hands make the day in the grass
Your eyes make the love in whole day
The smiles by the size
And your lips by the wings
You take the place of caresses
You take the place of awakenings.
X
So calm the gray burnt extinguished skin
Weak of the night caught in her frost flowers
It has no more light that the forms.
In love it suits her well to be beautiful
It doesn’t wait for spring.
The fatigue the night the rest the silence
Everybody living among dead stars
The confidence in the long time
It’s always visible when it loves.
XI
She doesn’t know gentleness of traps
She has the eyes on her beauty
More simple more simple charm
And they are her eyes which chain themselves
And it’s on me which she relies on
And it’s on her which she throws
The flying net of cuddles.
XII
The lie threatening the hard and sliding tricks
Mouths of the bottom of the shafts of eyes of the bottom of nights
And sudden virtues of the nets to throw at random
The envies of admirable inventing crutches
The faults of traps among the bodies among the lips
The massive patiences of the calculated impatiences
All this which is necessary and which reigns
Among the liberty of loving
And that of not to like
All this which you don’t know.
XIII
In love secretly after your smile
All naked the word of love
Find your breasts and your neck
And your hips and your eyelids
Find all the caresses
For that the kisses in the eyes
Don’t show that all entire you.
XIV
The sleep took your impression
And the anger of your eyes.
XV
She leaned over me
The ignored heart
For see if I love it
She has confidence she forget
Below the clouds of your eyelids
Her head falls asleep in my hands
Where are we
Together inseparable
Living living
Alive alive
And my head goes round her dreams.
XVI
Greedy mouths of colors
And kisses which draw them
Flame leaves the languorous water
A wing holds in its palm
A lough them reverse.
XVII
Of a only caress
I make kiss you of all your brilliance.
XVIII
Rocked by quivering flesh, pasture
On the shores of the blood which break the day
The nocturnal blood chased it
Disheveled the gorge was exposed to the storm’s excesses
Abandoned victim of shadows
And of no the more sweet and the crystal clear desires
Its front will not more the guaranteed rest
Neither her eyes the favor of dreaming to your her voice
Nor her hands the liberators.
Riddled with riddled fire of love doesn’t love person
She inflicts upon herself immense pain
And all her reasons of suffering disappears.
XIX
A blaze of dances
By a root without end
The steps of leaves more rapid
The clouds hide your shadow.
The mouth to the ermine fire
To beautiful teeth the fire
Caresse color of stream
Your eyes chase the light.
The lightning breaks the balance
The spindles of the fear
Let drop the night
At the bottom of your image.
XX
The dawn I love you I have all the night in veins
All the night I watched you
I guess to everything I am sure of darkness
They give me the power
Of enfold you
Of agitate you want to live
Within my immobility
The power of exposing you
Of liberating you of losing you
Invisible flame in the day.
If you leave, the door opens onto the day.
If you leave, the door opens onto myself
XXI
Our eyes return the light
And the light the silence
To no longer recognize
To survive in the absence
XXII
The front of windows like doing the watchers of sorrow
Sky of which I outstripped the night
All small plains in my hands open
In their double horizon inert indifferent
The front of windows like doing the watchers of sorrow
I look for you beyond expectation
Beyond myself
And I don’t know much more I love you
Which two of us are absent.
XXIII
Travel of the silence
Of my Hans to your eyes
And in your hair
Where of girls of wicker
Lean back in the sun
Stirring the lips
And make the shadow to four pieces
Earning their hot heart of sleep.
XXIV
The usual
Plays hello like we are playing the blind
The love so same that we are thinking the pain there
It is on the river and in all the arms
Always
The chance is to its thank
And the dreams of absents
Il knows it living
All the reasons of living.
XXV
I separated from you
But the love preceded me again
And when I stretched arms
The pain came to become more better
All the desert to drain
For me separate from myself.
XXVI
I closed eyes for no more see
I closed eyes to weep
To not more see you
Where are your hands and the patting hands
Where are your eyes the four will of the day
You everything to lose you are no more there
For dazzle the memory of the nights.
You everything to lose I see myself living.
XXVII
The crows hit the country
The night is lifeless
For a head which awakes
The white hair the last dream
The hands make visible their blood
Of their strokes
A star named azur
And the forme of that is earthly
Mad with screams at the top of its lungs
Mad with dreams
Mad to hats of cyclone sister
Brave childhood mad to large winds
How would you make the beautiful to the coquette?
Not laugh more
Ignorance indifference
Not reveal their secret
You don’t know greet to time
Nor compare to wonders
You don’t hear me
But your mouth split love
And it’s by your mouth
And it’s behind the fog of our kisses
That we are together.
XXVIII
Lovely rouge
For take part in your pleasure
I colored myself with pain.
I’ve lived you close your eyes.
You lock yourself up inside me.
Accept that of living.
All that which repeated itself is incomprehensible
Tu are bon in a mirror
Before my old image.
XXIX
It was necessary a face
Answer to all the names of the world.
Reference
Original Text: « Premièrement » extrait du recueil L’amour la poésie (1929)
Author: Paul Éluard
Original Language: French