Original Title: "C'est toujours la première fois"
Text: Louis Aragon
Year: 1965
At last, at last I find you back
You who had never been
Anything else but absent like a young she-wolf
Or the sleeping water at the bottom of the moats
Escaping under the sun of summer
You can open your arms a hundred times for me
It's always the first time
Absent like a souvereign
Who is seen passing between two hedges
Oh you so close and so distant
As soon as love spins its wool
Between our out of tune fingers
You can open your arms a hundred times for me
It's always the first time
The hunger of you which is devouring me
Makes me bend knees and arms
I would not have enough amphorae
Nor words again and again
To give birth to an end for it
You can open your arms a hundred times for me
It's always the first time
The thirst of you by which I tremble
My lip forever parched
My love what do you think of it
Is it of living or not together
That will be able to quench my thirst of it
You can open your arms a hundred times for me
It's always the first time
Love of you by which I exist
Has no other reality
I am nothing else but a name on your list
A step on the floor that the wind
erases before it existed
You can open your arms a hundred times for me
It's always the first time
You can open your arms a hundred times for me
It's always the first time
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All poems written by Louis Aragon
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