SUITE ---- PAUL ÉLUARD

 



sleeping, the moon in one eye and the sun in the other,
a love in your mouth, a lovely bird in your hair,
adorned like the fields, the woods, the roads and the sea,
lovely, adorned like the worlds turning.

fly through the countryside,
among the branches of smoke and all the fruits of the wind
legs of stone with stockings of sand,
caught at the waist, at every river muscle,
and the last changed face.