"Les yeux d'Elsa" is a prefect foil to yesterday's "Union libre". Louis Aragon was a buddy of André Breton's, but as far as I know, his foray into surrealism was short-lived.
If you compare the two poems, Aragon's "Les yeux d'Elsa" is much more traditional than Breton's "Union libre".
Gone are the whimsical and nonsensical similes, enter the elegant lyricism of rhyme and word.
In Aragon's poem, depth of passion wells up unimpeded by the gratuitous discombobulation of images that we found in Union libre, and despite a higher degree of expressive and stylistic sophistication than Breton's poem, I find that it has a more immediate appeal to the heart.