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.
And her dreams in the bright day
Make the suns evaporate,
And me laugh cry and laugh,
Speak when I have nothing to say.
Dying of not Dying, 1924
Paul Eluard – L’Amoureuse
transl. Samuel Beckett
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