Your eyes in which I travel Have given to signs along the roads A meaning alien to the earth. Paul Eluard More Quotes by Paul Eluard More Quotes From Paul Eluard The earth is blue like an orange. Paul Eluard orange earth blue All my desires are born of my dreams. And I have proven my love with words. To what fantastic creatures have I entrusted myself, in what dolorous and ravishing world has my imagination enclosed me? I am sure of having been loved in the most mysterious of domains, my own. The language of my love does not belong to human language, my human body does not touch the flesh of my love. My amorous imagination has always been constant and high enough so that nothing could attempt to convince me of error. Paul Eluard errors imagination dream 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. Paul Eluard curves eye heart 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 Eluard eye dream sleep We want to be, when we are young, A little man. I would like to be a big child, Stronger and fairer than a man, And more lucid than a child. Paul Eluard stronger men children The language of my love does not belong to human language, my human body does not touch the flesh of my love. Paul Eluard body flesh doe The front windows as are the watchmen of grief - I've been looking beyond expectation - Beyond myself - and I do not know as I love you - Which one of us is missing. Paul Eluard grief expectations love-you Even when we sleep we watch over one another. Paul Eluard sleep watches Elephants are contagious. Paul Eluard contagious elephants A woman is more beautiful than the world in which I live; and so I close my eyes. Paul Eluard eye beautiful world The poet is he who inspires, rather than he who is inspired. Paul Eluard inspired poet inspire I cannot be known Better than you know me Your eyes in which we sleep We together Have made for my man’s gleam A better fate than for the common nights Your eyes in which I travel Have given to signs along the roads A meaning alien to the earth In your eyes who reveal to us Our endless solitude Are no longer what they thought themselves to be You cannot be known Better than I know you. Paul Eluard fate eye sleep You cannot be known Better than I know you. Paul Eluard known knows Hope raises no dust. Paul Eluard raises dust hope
