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by Robert Desnos | |

Long Long Ago

 Long long ago I went through the castle of leaves
Yellowing slowly in the moss
And far away barnacles clung desperately to rocks in the sea
Your memory better still your tender presence was there too
Transparent and mine
Nothing had changed but everything had aged at the same rate as my temples and
my eyes
Don't you just love that platitude? Let me go it's so rare for me this ironic
satisfaction
Everything had aged except your presence
Long long ago I went through the surf on a lonely day
The waves were unreal even then
The hulk of the shipwreck you knew about - remember that night of storms and
kisses? - was it a ship or a delicate woman's hat rolled by the wind in the spring
rain? - was there too
After that its happiness and dancing in the hawthornes!
The aperitifs had changed the names and colors
Of the rainbows framing the mirrors.
Long long ago you loved me.


by Robert Desnos | |

The Ring of Stars

 In order to make a star with five branches
Where six would have been the same
A circle must first be drawn
In order to make a star with five branches .
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A ring! One did not take so many precuations In order to make a tree from many branches Trees that hide the stars Trees! You, full of nests and song birds Covered with branches and leaves That you lift as far as the stars!


by Robert Desnos | |

Under Cover of Night

 To slip into your shadow under cover of night.
To follow your footsteps, your shadow at the window.
That shadow at the window is you and no one else; it's you.
Do not open that window behind whose curtains you're moving.
Shut your eyes.
I'd like to shut them with my lips.
But the window opens and the breeze, the breeze which strangely balances flame and flag surrounds my escape with its cloak.
The window opens: it's not you.
I knew it all along.


by Robert Desnos | |

Fairy Tale

 Many times upon a time
There was a man who loved a woman.
Many times upon a time There was a woman who loved a man.
Many times upon a time There was a man and there was a woman Who did not love the ones who loved them.
Once upon a time Perhaps only once A man and a woman who loved each other.


by Robert Desnos | |

Cascade

 What sort of arrow split the sky and this rock?
It's quivering, spreading like a peacock's fan
Like the mist around the shaft and knot less feathers
Of a comet come to nest at midnight.
How blood surges from the gaping wound, Lips already silencing murmur and cry.
One solemn finger holds back time, confusing The witness of the eyes where the deed is written.
Silence? We still know the passwords.
Lost sentinels far from the watch fires We smell the odor of honeysuckle and surf Rising in the dark shadows.
Distance, let dawn leap the void at last, And a single beam of light make a rainbow on the water Its quiver full of reeds, Sign of the return of archers and patriotic songs.


by Robert Desnos | |

Dove in the Arch

 Cursed!
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.


by Robert Desnos | |

Lying Down

 To the right, the sky, to the left, the sea.
And before your eyes, the grass and its flowers.
A cloud, the road, follows its vertical way Parallel to the plumb line of the horizon, Parallel to the rider.
The horse races towards its imminent fall And the other climbs interminably.
How simple and strange everything is.
Lying on my left side I take no interest in the landscape And I think only of things that are very vague, Very vague and very pleasant, Like the tired look you walk around with Through this beautiful summer afternoon To the right, to the left, Here, there, In the delirium of uselessness.


by Robert Desnos | |

Sky Song

 The flower of the Alps told the seashell: "You're shining"
The seashell told the sea: "You echo"
The sea told the boat: "You're shuddering"
The boat told the fire: "You're glowing brightly"
The fire told me: "I glow less brightly than her eyes"
The boat told me: "I shudder less than your heart does when she appears"
The sea told me: "I echo less than her name does in your love-making"
The seashell told me: "I shine less brightly than the phosphorus of desire in your hollow dream"
The flower of the Alps told me: "She's beautiful"
I said: "She's beautiful, so beautiful, she moves me.
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