Categories: POETRY

I HAVE DREAM OF YOU SO – Poetry, by Robert Desnos

J’AI TANT REVE DE TOI > J’ai tant rêvé de toi, que tu perds ta réalité. Est-il encore temps d’atteindre ce corps vivant et de baiser sur cette bouche la naissance de la voix qui m’est chère? J’ai tant rêvé de toi que mes bras habitués en étreignant ton ombre à se croiser sur ma poitrine ne se plieraient pas au contour de ton corps, peut-être. Et que, devant l’apparence réelle de ce qui me hante et me gouverne depuis des jours et des années, je deviendrais une ombre sans doute. O balances sentimentales. J’ai tant rêvé de toi qu’il n’est plus temps sans doute que je m’éveille. Je dors debout, le corps exposé à toutes les apparences de la vie et de l’amour et toi, la seule qui compte aujourd’hui pour moi, je pourrais moins toucher ton front et tes lèvres que les premières lèvres et le premier front venu. J’ai tant rêvé de toi, tant marché, parlé, couché avec ton fantôme qu’il ne me reste plus peut-être, et pourtant, qu’à être fantôme parmi les fantômes et plus ombre cent fois que l’ombre qui se promène et se promènera allégrement sur le cadran solaire de ta vie.

I HAVE   DREAM OF YOU SO > I have dreamed of you so, you lose your reality. Is there still time to reach that living body and kiss on that mouth the birth of the voice that is dear to me? I have dreamed of you that my arms used by hugging your shadow to cross on my chest is not plieraient the contour of your body, perhaps. And that, before the actual appearance of what haunts me and governs me for days and years, I’d become a shadow without doubt. O sentimental scales. I have dreamed of you so there is no time probably that I wake up. I sleep standing, the body exposed to all appearances of life and love and you, the only one that matters to me now, I could least touch your forehead and your lips than the first lip and forehead first come. I have dreamed of you so both walked, talked, slept with your ghost that remains for me perhaps, yet to be ghost among ghosts and shadows hundred times that the shadow that walk and will walk briskly on the sundial of your life.

(Robert Desnos)

http://www.amazon.com/Voice-Robert-Desnos-Selected-Poems/dp/1931357943/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

 

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