Who is Paul Eluard

Paul ÉluardÉluard c. 1911BornEugène Émile Paul Grindel
(1895-12-14)14 December 1895
Saint-Denis, FranceDied18 November 1952(1952-11-18) (aged 56)
Charenton-le-Pont, FranceOccupationWriterPeriod20th century
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Paul Eluard Poems

  • Certitude
    If I speak itâ??s to hear you more clearly
    If I hear you Iâ??m sure to understand you

    If you smile itâ??s the better to enter me ...
  • Other Children
    "Little child of my five senses
    and of my tenderness."
    Let us cradle our loves,
    We will have good children. ...
  • Hunted
    A few grains of dust more or less
    On ancient shoulders
    Locks of weakness on weary foreheads
    This theatre of honey and faded roses ...
  • Uninterrupted Poetry
    From the sea to the source
    From mountain to plain
    Runs the phantom of life
    The foul shadow of death ...
  • Ecstasy
    I am in front of this feminine land
    Like a child in front of the fire
    Smiling vaguely with tears in my eyes
    In front of this land where all moves in me ...
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I Love You 20 Love 20 Sky 15 Earth 14 Heart 13 Night 13 Fire 12 Life 11 Speak 11 Sleep 10

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  • Jeannettemgomes: i can’t stop thinking about the time i borrowed a book of paul eluard’s poetry from the library and how the librarian said that no one had checked it out in 15 years and that i could probably keep it forever and no one would notice
  • Tly_gl: anna karina reads capital of pain by french surrealist poet paul Éluard in alphaville, directed by jean-luc godard, 1965
  • Umadlpisani: lady love 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 paul Éluard (translated samuel beckett)
  • Karolcummins: “during the summer 1929, the poet paul eluard and his wife elena (gala) return visit to the painter in his house of cadaques. it is the thunderbolt between dalí and this woman. she will be his “surrealist muse”, the inspirer of his life and work. “
  • Lazarusx333666: what is you murmured to me about perfection i whispered to you about harmony said paul eluard i whispered to you about balance said christine but you fell anyway
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Golden Days
 by Robert Service

Another day of toil and strife,
Another page so white,
Within that fateful Log of Life
That I and all must write;
Another page without a stain
To make of as I may,
That done, I shall not see again
Until the Judgment Day.

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