No, Love Is Not Dead Poem by Robert Desnos

No, Love Is Not Dead

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No, love is not dead in this heart these eyes and this mouth
that announced the start of its own funeral.
Listen, I've had enough of the picturesque, the colorful
and the charming.
I love love, its tenderness and cruelty.
My love has only one name, one form.
Everything disappears. All mouths cling to that one.
My love has just one name, one form.
And if someday you remember
O you, form and name of my love,
One day on the ocean between America and Europe,
At the hour when the last ray of light sparkles
on the undulating surface of the waves, or else a stormy night
beneath a tree in the countryside or in a speeding car,
A spring morning on the boulevard Malesherbes,
A rainy day,
Just before going to bed at dawn,
Tell yourself-I order your familiar spirit-that
I alone loved you more and it's a shame
you didn't know it.
Tell yourself there's no need to regret: Ronsard
and Baudelaire before me sang the sorrows
of women old or dead who scorned the purest love.
When you are dead
You will still be lovely and desirable.
I'll be dead already, completely enclosed in your immortal body,
in your astounding image forever there among the endless marvels
of life and eternity, but if I'm alive,
The sound of your voice, your radiant looks,
Your smell the smell of your hair and many other things
will live on inside me.
In me and I'm not Ronsard or Baudelaire

I'm Robert Desnos who, because I knew
and loved you,
Is as good as they are.
I'm Robert Desnos who wants to be remembered
On this vile earth for nothing but his love of you.

A la mysterieuse

Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: romantic
Kelly Kurt 21 April 2015

Thanks for sharing, Robert

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Mirela Athanas 10 June 2019

Wow, he does it again, Robert Desnos' extraordinarily distinctive declaration of love.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 17 February 2017

Endless marvels of life and eternity. Congrats on modern poet of the Day.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 17 February 2017

The sound of your voice.... thanks for sharing....

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Tom Allport 17 February 2017

a lovely sad poem of far better to have loved and lived than not loved at all? even though that love never died.

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Edward Kofi Louis 17 February 2017

Inside me. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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