THOSE YOUR ORANGES HAIR – Poetry of Paul Eluard

THOSE YOUR ORANGES HAIR

Those your hair orange in the emptiness of the world, in the empty glass heavy with silence and shadow, where with bare hands I try every your reflection. Chimerical is the shape of your heart, and my desire to lose your love looks like. Oh sighs of amber, dreams, glances. But not always you have been with me, you. The memory obscured to me, yet I saw you come in and disappear. Words have the time, like love.

(Paul Éluard)