THE POETRY OF PAUL ELUARD
Their wings are mine, nothing exists
But their flight which shakes off my unhappiness,
Their flight of star and light
Their flight of earth, their flight of stone
On
the tide of their wings,
My thought sustained by life and death.
NECESSITY
Without great ceremony on earth
Near those who keep their equilibrium
Upon this unhappiness without risk
Very near the good road
In the dust of serious people
I establish relations between man and woman
Between the smeltings of the sun and the bag of drones
Between enchanted grottoes and the avalanche
Betw~en
eyes surrounded by dark circles and the laugh of desperation
Between the heraldic female blackbird and the star of garlic
Between the leaden thread and the noise of the wind
Between the fountain of ants and the cultivation of strawberries
Between the horseshoe and the fingertips
Between chalcedony and winter in pins
Between the tree of eyeballs and verified mimicry
Between the carotid artery and the ghost of salt
Between the araucaria and the head of a dwarf
Between rails at a junction and the russet dove
Between man and woman.
Between my solitude and thee.
CRITICISM OF POETRY
It is certain that I hate the rule of the bourgeois
The rule of cops and priests
But I hate even more the man who does not hate it
As
I do
With all my strength.
I spit in the face of the man smaller than nature
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Who does not prefer to all my other poems this CRITICISM OF POETRY.
