Iíve Dreamed of You so Much(c)
Iíve dreamed of you so much youíre losing your reality.
Is there still time to reach that living body and kiss
onto that mouth the birth of the voice so dear to me?
Iíve dreamed of you so much that my arms, accustomed
to being crossed on my breast while hugging your shadow,
would perhaps not bend to the shape of your body.
And, faced with the real appearance
of what has haunted and ruled me for days and years,
I would probably become a shadow.
O sentimental balances.
Iíve dreamed of you so much itís no longer right
for me to awaken. I sleep standing up, my body exposed
to all signs of life and love, and you
the only one who matters to me now, Iíd be less able
to touch your face and your lips than the face and the lips
of the first woman who came along.
Iíve dreamed of you so much, walked so much, spoken
and lain with your phantom that perhaps nothing more is left me
than to be a phantom among phantoms
and a hundred times more shadow
than the shadow that walks and will joyfully walk
on the sundial of your life.
- Robert Desnos (1900-1945) French
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