Because I love you, everything moves
We must advance to live
Aim straight ahead toward those you love
I went toward you, endlessly toward the light
If you smile, it enfolds me all the better
The rays of your arms pierce the mist
-- From “Mourir de ne pas mourir” (“Dying Of Not Dying”) by Paul Éluard
Xeni Jardin's lovely essay on poetry and the Godard's "Alphaville" -- from which this is taken -- is here. (via Poetry Foundation).