from Love, Poetry: Firstly: XI by Paul Eluard

She doesn’t know how to set traps
she has her eyes on her beauty
so simple so simple to seduce
and her eyes enchain
and she plies them on me
and she throws the flying net of caresses
over herself.

translated by Stuart Kendall

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