Wednesday, March 15, 1995

I Have Dreamed of You So Much

I Have Dreamed of You So Much
(translation of the poem J'ai Tant Rêvé De Toi, by Robert Desnos)

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

Is there yet time enough to reach this living body and kiss this mouth this birth of voice so dear to me?

I have dreamed of you so much that my arms, accustomed to being crossed on my chest clutching at your shadow will no longer fold to the contours of your body, perhaps.

And that, before the real appearance of that which has been haunting and governing me these many days and years, I might become a shadow.

O scales of emotion.

I have dreamed of you so much that it is no doubt too late for me to wake-up. I am standing asleep, my body exposed to all the appearances of life and love and you, the only one who counts for me today. I would less be able to touch your face and your lips, than the lips and face of the first passer-by.

I have dreamed of you so much, walked, talked, slept with your phantom so much that perhaps and nevertheless the only thing left for me is to become a phantom amongst the phantoms, a hundred times more shadowy than the shadow which gaily strolls and will stroll over the sundial of your life.

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