Instapoetry of the 1920s – Paul Éluard

The Apt Little Ones (1926)

VIII

She always refuses to understand, to hear,
She laughs to hide her terror of herself
She has always walked under the night’s arches
And everywhere she goes
She leaves
The imprint of broken things

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