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So much like the flower and the current of air like the waterway like the shadows passing everywhere like the smile glimpsed this amazing evening at midnight so much like everything happiness and sadness it's yesterday's midnight lifting its naked torso above belfries and poplars I'm calling those lost in the countryside the old corpses the young oaks just cut down the shreds of fabric rotting on the ground and linen drying in the farmyards I'm calling tornadoes and hurricanes tempests typhoons and cyclones riptides earthquakes I'm calling the smoke of volcanoes and cigarettes the smoke rings of fancy cigars I'm calling loves and lovers I'm calling the living and the dead I'm calling the gravediggers I'm calling the murderers I'm calling the executioners I'm calling the pilots the masons the architects I'm calling the flesh I'm calling the one I love I'm calling the one I love I'm calling the one I love triumphant midnight unfolds its satin wings and lands on my bed belfries and poplars give in to my desires those over there collapse and those fall back those lost in the countryside find their bearings in finding me the old corpses come back to life at my voice the young oaks just cut down wrap themselves in greenery the shreds of fabric rotting in the ground and on the ground flap at my voice like the flag of rebellion the linen drying in the farmyards clothe adorable women that I don't adore who come to me obey my voice and adore me the tornadoes spin around in my mouth the hurricanes redden my lips if they can do it the tempests snarl at my feet the typhoons rumple my hair if the can do it I accept the kisses of cyclone drunkenness the riptides come to die at my feet the earthquakes don't shake me but make everything totter at my command the smoke of volcanoes attires me in its vapors and cigarette smoke perfumes me and the smoke rings of fancy cigars crown me the loved ones and the love pursued for so long find shelter in me the lovers hear my voice the living and the dead give in and wave to me the former cooly the latter intimately the gravediggers abandon partly dug graves and announce that I am the only one who can direct their nighttime labors the murderers greet me the executioners invoke the revolution invoke my voice invoke my name the pilots use my eyes to navigate the masons are seized with vertigo hearing me the architects leave for the desert the murderers bless me the flesh quivers at my call the one I love does not listen to me the one I love does not hear me the one I love does not answer me |
Robert Desnos |
| About the Author
Sentimental Balances: Bio, texts and translations Cross-References Desnos was one of Breton's favourite surrealists, but the blessing didn't last long. He remained a friend of Marcel Duchamp's, and collaborated with Man Ray on the film, Les Etoiles de Mer. |
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