Here you will find the Poem The Season Of Loves of poet Paul Eluard
By the road of ways In the three-part shadow of troubled sleep I come to you the double the multiple as like you as the era of deltas. Your head is as tiny as mine The nearby sea reigns with spring Over the summers of your fragile form And here one burns bundles of ermine. In the wandering transparency of your noble face these floating animals are wonderful I envy their candour their inexperience Your inexperience on the bed of waters Finds the road of love without bowing By the road of ways and without the talisman that reveals your laughter at the crowd of women and your tears no one wants
