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Absence

 

I speak to you over cities

I speak to you over plains

 

My mouth is against your ear

 

The two sides of the walls face

my voice which acknowledges you.

 

I speak to you of eternity.

 

O cities memories of cities

cities draped with our desires

cities early and late

cities strong cities intimate

stripped of all their makers

their thinkers their phantoms

 

Landscape ruled by emerald

live living ever-living

the wheat of the sky on our earth

nourishes my voice I dream and cry

I laugh and dream between the flames

between the clusters of sunlight

 

And over my body your body extends

the layer of its clear mirror.

 

Paul Eluard

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Uploaded on August 30, 2012