Sunday, April 05, 2009

Floating flowering

Another Being placed outside the frontiers of Fauna and Flora, suddenly born of curved light.

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
A ring of sweetness and dance
halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,
And if I no longer know all I have lived through
It’s that your eyes have not always been mine.

Leaves of day and moss of dew,
Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,
Wings covering the world of light,
Boats charged with sky and sea,
Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume enclosed by a covey of dawns
that beds forever on the straw of stars,
As the day depends on innocence
The whole world depends on your pure eyes
And all my blood flows under their sight.

Paul Éluard, "The Curve Of Your Eyes"


oo7 said...

this scared me...

runnerfrog said...

A vegetal becoming an animal, or viceversa, is quite scary.

itzktb said...

Este no es uno de mis favoritos, pero usted es uno de mis favoritos.

runnerfrog said...

Ídem! (Ditto!).

Deb said...

Oh wow, this is a totally *POW* image. It leaps off the page with brilliant color!

runnerfrog said...

A a bit scary like a bucket of paint thrown to the face. :-)

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