The Curve Of Your Eyes — Paul Éluard

The curve of your eyes goes around my heart,

A round of dance and sweetness,
Halo of time, nocturnal and safe cradle,
And if I don’t know any more all that I’ve lived through
It’s because I haven’t always been seen by you.

Leaves of day and scum of dew,
Reeds of the wind, perfumed smiles,
Wings covering the world with light,
Ships filled with the sky and the sea,
Hunters of noises and sources of colours,

Perfumes bloomed from a brood of dawns
That always lies on the straw of the stars,
As the day depends on innocence
The whole world depends on your pure eyes
And all my blood flows in their looks.

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Paul Éluard, 1926 — La Courbe de Tes Yeux…

Translated by Anne-Charlotte Husson

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I’d like to thank my mother and, of course, genetics, for the eyes seen in the picture. This is probably one of the best “selfies” I’ve ever taken, so I had to add a bit of myself in the poem.

Also, thank you, my favorite mascara.

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ML

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