I have dreamt so much of you-Robert Desnos

I have dreamt so much of you that you are losing your reality.

 

Is there still time to reach that living body and to kiss on that mouth the birth of the voice that is precious to me?

 

I have dreamt so much of you that my arms which as they embrace your shadow habitually fold across my breast would not bend to the contour of your body, perhaps.

 

And so much that, faced with the real appearance of that which has haunted me and ruled me for days and years, I would become a shadow I dare say.

 

O scales of feeling.

 

I have dreamt so much of you that there is no more time I dare say for me to awaken. I am sleeping on my feet, my body exposed to all the appearances of life and love and you, the only one who matters today for me, I could less readily touch your forehead and your lips than the lips and forehead of the first newcomer.

 

I have dreamt so much of you, walked, talked and slept so much with your phantom that all I have left perhaps, after all, is to be a phantom among phantoms and a hundred times more shadow than the shadow that moves and will move joyfully on the sundial of your life.

 

 

I never sent this poem to her! It would’ve exposed me. COMPLETELY.