[A poem signed Paul Eluard]

And today Stalin dissolves our sadness
Trust is the fruit of his brain of love
The cluster reasonable in its full perfection

Thanks to him we’ll never know autumn
Stalin’s horizon is forever reborn
We live without doubt and even in the deepest shadows
We produce life and regulate the future
For us there is no day without a morrow
No dawn

[…]

For life and men have chosen Stalin
To embody on earth their boundless hope

A Woman In Love - Paul Eluard

She is standing on my eyelids
And her hair mingles with mine,
She has the shape of my hands,
She has the colour of my eyes,
She dissolves into my shadow
Like a stone against the sky.

Her eyes are always open
And she doesn't let me sleep
Her dreams in daylight
Cause the suns to drift away
Make me laugh, weep and laugh,
Speak when I have nothing to say