Robert Desnos Poems
|1.||No, Love Is Not Dead||4/21/2015|
|4.||Dove In The Arch||1/3/2003|
|5.||Long Long Ago||1/3/2003|
|7.||The Voice Of Robert Desnos||1/20/2003|
|8.||The Ring Of Stars||1/3/2003|
|9.||Identity Of Images (IdentitÉ Des Images)||1/20/2003|
|11.||Under Cover Of Night||1/3/2003|
|15.||If You Only Knew||1/3/2003|
|16.||I Have Dreamed Of You So Much||1/3/2003|
I Have Dreamed Of You So Much
I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real.
Is there still time for me to reach your breathing body, to kiss your mouth and make
your dear voice come alive again?
I have dreamed of you so much that my arms, grown used to being crossed on my
chest as I hugged your shadow, would perhaps not bend to the shape of your body.
For faced with the real form of what has haunted me and governed me for so many
days and years, I would surely become a shadow.
O scales of feeling.
I have dreamed of you so much that surely there is no more time for me to ...
To the right, the sky, to the left, the sea.
And before your eyes, the grass and its flowers.
A cloud, the road, follows its vertical way
Parallel to the plumb line of the horizon,
Parallel to the rider.
The horse races towards its imminent fall
And the other climbs interminably.
How simple and strange everything is.
Lying on my left side