Robert Desnos Poems
|1.||No, Love Is Not Dead||4/21/2015|
|3.||Dove In The Arch||1/3/2003|
|5.||Identity Of Images (IdentitÉ Des Images)||1/20/2003|
|6.||Long Long Ago||1/3/2003|
|8.||The Ring Of Stars||1/3/2003|
|9.||Under Cover Of Night||1/3/2003|
|11.||The Voice Of Robert Desnos||1/20/2003|
|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 ...
I lived in those times. For a thousand years
I have been dead. Not fallen, but hunted;
When all human decency was imprisoned,
I was free amongst the masked slaves.
I lived in those times, yet I was free.
I watched the river, the earth, the sky,
Turning around me, keeping their balance,
The seasons provided their birds and their honey.