donkey or cow, cockerel, horse,
right down to the varnish on a violin;
a man who sings, a lonely bird,
a dancer floating with his wife;

a couple, soaked in their own springtime;

the gold of the grass, the leaden sky;
between them, blue flames and
the vitality of dew:
the blood shines; the heart is a bell.

a man and a woman, together, invent the mirror

and, in the underground snow
the vineyard’s riches paint
a face, whose lips are the moon
that wakes and watches, through the night.


Paul Eluard

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