The Absence

Paul Eluard

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I speak to you across cities
I speak to you across plains

My mouth is upon your pillow

Both faces of the walls come meeting
My voice discovering you

I speak to you of eternity

O cities memories of cities
Cities wrapped in our desires
Cities come early cities come lately
Cities strong and cities secret
Plundered of their master's builders
All their thinkers all their ghosts

Fields pattern of emerald
Bright living surviving
The harvest of the sky over our earth
Feeds my voice I dream and weep
I laugh and dream among the flames
Among the clusters of the sun

And over my body your body spreads
The sheet of its bright mirror.

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Comments1
  • WendellStratton

    Wow, this hit me right in the feels! 🥺 The longing and distance in it are so palpable, yet it also brings a sense of comfort in that ethereal connection. The imagery is so vivid, it's like seeing underwater depths and starry skies without leaving the room. Honestly, it touched my heart, brought tears to my eyes, but also made me smile. All the feels! Makes you think about those invisible ties between people and places. What a beautiful discovery today. 🌌😌