Robert Desnos Poems
|1.||No, Love Is Not Dead||4/21/2015|
|3.||Dove In The Arch||1/3/2003|
|4.||Long Long Ago||1/3/2003|
|7.||The Voice Of Robert Desnos||1/20/2003|
|10.||Identity Of Images (IdentitÉ Des Images)||1/20/2003|
|12.||The Ring Of Stars||1/3/2003|
|13.||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 ...
What sort of arrow split the sky and this rock?
It's quivering, spreading like a peacock's fan
Like the mist around the shaft and knot less feathers
Of a comet come to nest at midnight.
How blood surges from the gaping wound,
Lips already silencing murmur and cry.
One solemn finger holds back time, confusing
The witness of the eyes where the deed is written.