Thursday, March 20, 2008

"They Are Alike" by Paul Eluard

I change my mind
Following the breezes of fine thread
Following your legs your hands your eyes
The subtle dress which invents you
For you to replace it.

I change my mind
You pass in the street
In a hurricane of sun
I meet you I stop
I am young you must remember.

I change my mind
Your mouth is absent
I speak to you no longer you are asleep
There are fires of terror in your night
A field of clear tears in your dreams
We are not sad together
I forget you.

I change my mind
You cannot sleep
On careless ladders
Interminably
Between the flower and the fruit
In space
Between the flower and the fruit
You seek sleep
The first hoar frost
And you forget me

I change my mind
You laugh you are living you play
And curious one a desert would people itself for you
And I have trust

Finished
I have never been able to forget you
We shall never leave each other
To security we must give
The peasant snow the millstone of ruins
A respectable death
The day in pure loss drowns the stars
On a point of a single look
Of the same contemplation
We must burn the sphinx that resembles us
And its seasonable eyes
And its mosses of solitude

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