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|
|6.||The Voice Of Robert Desnos||1/20/2003|
|7.||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 ...
Dove In The Arch
be the father of the bride
of the blacksmith who forged the iron for the axe
with which the woodsman hacked down the oak
from which the bed was carved
in which was conceived the great-grandfather
of the man who was driving the carriage
in which your mother met your father.