What else could we do, for the doors were guarded,
What else could we do, for they had imprisoned us,
What else could we do, for the streets were forbidden us,
What else could we do, for the town was asleep?
What else could we do, for she hungered and thirsted,
What else could we do, for we were defenceless,
What else could we do, for night had descended,
What else could we do, for we were in love?
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Comments1I remember reading this Paul Eluard poem when I was younger, and it's amazing how it still resonates with me today. The sense of helplessness and longing conveyed throughout is so powerful and timeless. Eluard masterfully evokes the feeling of being trapped and suppressed by external forces while still holding onto the hope and desire that love brings. It's always a pleasure to revisit his work and be reminded of the emotional depth in his writing.