Paul Eluard



LADY LOVE















She is standing on my lids And her hair is in mine She is the form of my hands And the color of my eyes,









She is swallowed in my shadow Like a stone against the sky








Her eyes are always open And she does not let me sleep









In the light of day her dreams Make suns evaporate, Make me laugh, cry and laugh,






And speak


when I have nothing


to say.