"The Absence"

I speak to you over cities
I speak to you over plains

My mouth is against your ear

The two sides of the walls face
my voice which acknowledges you.

I speak to you of eternity.

O cities memories of cities
cities draped with our desires
cities early and late
cities strong cities intimate
stripped of all their makers
their thinkers their phantoms

Landscape ruled by emerald
live living ever-living
the wheat of the sky on our earth
nourishes my voice I dream and cry
I laugh and dream between the flames
between the clusters of sunlight
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And over my body your body extends
the layer of its clear mirror.

- Paul Eluard

Yes I read poetry - I GOT CULTURE and wot. Paul Eluard is French, but I've put the English translation up. However in French, it sounds so hot.

No-one has ever got my love for French poetry, gah.