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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The Light That Is Felt
 by John Greenleaf Whittier

A tender child of summers three,
Seeking her little bed at night,
Paused on the dark stair timidly.
'Oh, mother! Take my hand,' said she,
'And then the dark will all be light.'

We older children grope our way
From dark behind to dark before;

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