She looks into me
The unknowing heart
To see if I love
She has confidence she forgets
Under the clouds of her eyelids
Her head falls asleep in my hands
Where are we
He alive she alive
And my head rolls through her dreams.
Maybe I just don’t know where to look for good translations, but Éluard seems relatively hard to find in English. Hopefully I’m wrong. This poem is very accurate though, at least when compared to my book. Wish I knew who translated this so I could give them credit.