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ELSA'S EYES

ELSA'S EYES
Louis Aragon (1897–1982)

Poems by: Louis Aragon
Translated by: Ilia Lengu

Your eyes are so deep you're bending down to drink
I saw all the suns come to be reflected
Let all the desperate jump to their deaths
Your eyes are so deep they make me lose my memory

In the shadow of the birds is the turbulent ocean
Then the beautiful time suddenly comes and your eyes change
Summer breaks up the cloud at the angels' table
The sky is never more blue than it is above the grain


The winds drive away blue's worries in vain
Your eyes clearer than when a tear shines
Your eyes make the sky after the rain jealous
Glass is never so blue as when it breaks

Mother of the Seven Sorrows, O soaked light
Seven blades have split the color prism
The day is sharper than it comes amid weeping
Iris pierced with black bluer than being in mourning

Your eyes in adversity open double slits
Where does the miracle of Kings come from?
When with a beating heart they came all three
Mary's cloth hanging in the manger

One mouth is enough for the month of May of words
For all the songs and for all the consolations
Very little of a sky for millions of stars
They needed your eyes and their twin secret

Child attracted by beautiful images
He wriggles his with less excess
When you open your eyes wide, I don't know if you're lying
It looks like a downpour opening wild flowers

There are sparks hidden in that lavender flower
Where insects are separated from their violent loves
I'm stuck in the web of shooting stars
Like a sailor dying at sea in the middle of August

I extract this radium from fishblende
And I burned my fingers in this forbidden fire
O Heaven a hundred times found and lost again
Your eyes are my Peru, my Golkonda, my India

It happened that one beautiful evening the universe broke
On the coastal rocks that the shipwrecked burned
I watched them shine over the sea
Elsa's eyes Elsa's eyes Elsa's eyes