The Absence
I speak to you across cities
I speak to you across plains
My mouth is upon your pillow
Both faces of the walls come meeting
My voice discovering you
I speak to you of eternity
O cities memories of cities
Cities wrapped in our desires
Cities come early cities come lately
Cities strong and cities secret
Plundered of their master's builders
All their thinkers all their ghosts
Fields pattern of emerald
Bright living surviving
The harvest of the sky over our earth
Feeds my voice I dream and weep
I laugh and dream among the flames
Among the clusters of the sun
And over my body your body spreads
The sheet of it's bright mirror.
Poem by
Paul Eluard
Biography |
Poems
| Best Poems | Short Poems
| Quotes
|
Email Poem |
More Poems by Paul Eluard
Comments, Analysis, and Meaning on The Absence
Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem The Absence here.
Commenting turned off, sorry.