Timothy opens
his mouth
and butterflies
fly out.
The room abounds
with butterflies
all claiming to be
Robert Desnos.
Words released
into a voice
' a soul
without a body'
moves amongst us
and moves us.
The ghost of Robert's voice...
'Bien qu'elle semble sortir d'un tombeau
Elle ne parle que d'été et de printemps, '
whispers in my ear...
'Elle emplit le corps de joie,
Elle allume aux lèvres sourire.'
Carried high on the shoulders
of the voice of Timothy Ades
Robert Desnos
is passing.
I stand up
and bow
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem, Donall. Thank you