We both have our hands to give <br />Take mine I shall lead you afar <br /> <br />I have lived several times my face hasw changed <br />With every threshold I have crossed and every hand clasped Familial springtime was reborn <br />Keeping for itself and for me its perishable snow <br />Death and the betrothed <br />The future with five fingers clenched and letting go <br /> <br />My age always gave me <br />New reasons for living through others <br />For having the blood of man other's heart in mine <br /> <br />Oh the lucid fellow I was and that I am <br />Before the pallor of frail blind girls <br />Lovelier than the delicate worn moon so fair <br />By the reflection of life's ways <br />A trail of moss anf trees <br />Of mist and morning dew <br />Of the young body which does not rise alone <br />To its place on earth <br />Wind cold and rain cradle it <br />Summer makes a man of it <br /> <br />Presesence is my virtue in each visible hand <br />Only death is solitude <br />From delight to fury from fury to clarity <br />I make myself whole through all beings <br />Through all weather on the earth and in the clouds <br />Through the passing seasons I am young <br />And strong for having lived <br />I am young my blood rises over my ruins <br /> <br />We have our hands to entwine Nothing can ever seduce better <br />Tahn our bonding to each other a forest <br />Returning earth to sky and the sky to night <br /> <br />To the night which prepares an unending day.<br /><br />Paul Eluard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-live/
