Paul Eluard

Adieu
Bonjour
Farewell
Hello

The wind Undecided Rolls a cigarette of air The mute girl talks:
It is art's imperfection.
This impenetrable speech.
The motor car is truly launched:

Woman I’ve lived
Woman I live
Woman I’ll live
Always the

I speak to you across citiesI speak to you across plains My mouth is upon your pillow Both faces of the walls come
My voice discovering you I speak to you of eternity O cities memories of
Cities wrapped in our
Cities come early…

We’ll not reach the goal one by one but in
We know in pairs we will know all about
We’ll love everything our children will
At the dark history or mourn alone

On my school
On my desk and on the
On the sands of snowI write your
On the pages I have

La courbe de tes yeux fait le tour de mon coeur,
Un rond de danse et de douceur,
Auréole du temps, berceau nocturne et sûr,
Et si je ne sais plus tout ce que j'ai vécu C'est que tes yeux ne m'ont pas toujours vu.

I am in front of this feminine
Like a child in front of the
Smiling vaguely with tears in my
In front of this land where all moves in

The river I have under my tongue,
Unimaginable water, my little boat,
And curtains lowered, let's speak.

We both have our hands to give Take mine I shall lead you afar I have lived several times my face has changed With every threshold I have crossed and every hand clasped Familial springtime was reborn Keeping for itself and for me its perishable…

Fertile
No one can know me
More than you know me Your eyes in which we
The two of

The curve of your eyes embraces my heartA ring of sweetness and dancehalo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,
And if I no longer know all I have lived
It’s that your eyes have not always been mine.
Leaves of day and moss of dew

She is standing on my
And her hair is wound in mine,
She has the form of my hands,
She has the colour of my eyes,

I have passed the doors of
The doors of my
To come and kiss your
City reduced to a

Between all my torments between death and
Between my despair and the reason for
There is injustice and this evil of
That I cannot accept there is my

By the road of
In the three-part shadow of troubled sleepI come to you the double the multipleas like you as the era of deltas.
Your head is as tiny as
The nearby sea reigns with

We have created the night I hold your hand I watchI sustain you with all my powersI engrave in rock the star of your
Deep furrows where your body’s goodness fruitsI recall your hidden voice your public voiceI smile still at the…

From the sea to the
From mountain to
Runs the phantom of
The foul shadow of

I said it to you for the cloudsI said it to you for the tree of the
For each wave for the birds in the
For the pebbles of
For familiar

After years of
During which the world was transparent as a
Was it cooing about something else?
After having vied with returned favours squandered

Easy and beautiful underyour
As the meeting of
Dance and the rest I spoke the fever The best reason for
That you might be pale and luminousA thousand fruitful posesA thousand ravaged

The world is blue as an
No error the words do not
They no longer allow you to
In the tower of kisses

A few grains of dust more or less On ancient shoulders Locks of weakness on weary foreheads This theatre of honey and faded roses Where incalcuable flies Reply to the black signs that misery makes to them Despairing girders of a bridge Thrown…

"Little child of my five senses and of my tenderness." Let us cradle our loves,
We will have good children.
Well cared for,
We will fear nothing on earth