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Born in 1900 / Died in 1945 / France / French

Poems by Robert Desnos

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Cascade

... And a single beam of light make a rainbow on the water ...

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Dove in the Arch

... of the blacksmith who forged the iron for the axe ...

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Ebony Life

... We will hear the great voice which coming from far away will pass over the city ...

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Fairy Tale

... Who did not love the ones who loved them ...

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I Have Dreamed of You so Much

... I sleep on my feet prey to all the forms of life and love, and you, the only one who ...

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If You Only Knew

... A bricklayer in white coveralls at the top of the scaffolding sings a very sad little ...

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Long Long Ago

... kisses? - was it a ship or a delicate woman's hat rolled by the wind in the spring ...

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Lying Down

... And before your eyes, the grass and its flowers ...

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Sky Song

... The seashell told me: "I shine less brightly than the phosphorus of desire in your hollow dream" ...

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Sleep Spaces

... in reality. You who in spite of an easy rhetoric where the waves die on the beach ...

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The Ring of Stars

... ..A ring!One did not take so many precuations ...

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The Voice of Robert Desnos

... it is the midnight past lifting its naked body above belfries and poplars ...

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Under Cover of Night

... it's you. Do not open that window behind whose curtains you're moving ...

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Epitaph

... I am dead. Nothing survives of my spirit or my body ...

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Poem To The Mysterious Woman

... I sleep on my feet prey to all the forms of life and love, and you, the only one who ...