She is standing on my lids. And her hair is in my hair. She has the colour of my eye. She has the body of my hand. In my shade she is engulfed. As a stone against the sky. She will never close her eyes. And she does not let me sleep. And her dreams in the bright day. Make the suns evaporate. And me laugh cry and laugh. Speak when I have nothing to say
Paul EluardAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: french
- Born: December 14, 1895
- Died: November 18, 1952