Pod Mania!

Everybody’s doing it! Although at this stage I am still uncertain as to whether or not I actually have done it, but I’m hoping (everything crossed) that my Podcast is available to hear.

It’s just a little commentary on the poem you see below by Paul Eluard. The English translation is to be found below the original French, but it is one of those poems that works infinitely better in its language of origin, so dust off your language skills if you can. It’s a very simple little thing.

L’Amoureuse (Woman in love)

Elle est debout sur mes paupières
Et ses cheveux sont dans les miens,
Elle a la forme de mes mains,
Elle a la couleur de mes yeux,
Elle s’engloutit dans mon ombre
Comme une pierre sur le ciel.

Elle a toujours les yeux ouverts
Et ne me laisse pas dormir.
Ses rêves en pleine lumière
Font s’évaporer les soleils,
Me font rire, pleurer et rire,
Parler sans avoir rien à dire.

She is standing on my eyelids
And her hair is in my hair,
She has the form of my hands,
She has the colour of my eyes,
She is swallowed up by my shadow
Like a stone against the sky.

She always has her eyes wide open
And she does not let me sleep.
Her dreams in broad daylight
Make the sun evaporate,
Make me laugh, cry and laugh,
And speak when I have nothing to say.