I Have Dreamed of You so Much
I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real.
Is there still time for me to reach your breathing body, to kiss your mouth and make
your dear voice come alive again?
I have dreamed of you so much that my arms, grown used to being crossed on my
chest as I hugged your shadow, would perhaps not bend to the shape of your body.
For faced with the real form of what has haunted me and governed me for so many
days and years, I would surely become a shadow.
O scales of feeling.
I have dreamed of you so much that surely there is no more time for me to wake up.
I sleep on my feet prey to all the forms of life and love, and you, the only one who
counts for me today, I can no more touch your face and lips than touch the lips and
face of some passerby.
I have dreamed of you so much, have walked so much, talked so much, slept so much
with your phantom, that perhaps the only thing left for me is to become a phantom
among phantoms, a shadow a hundred times more shadow than the shadow the
moves and goes on moving, brightly, over the sundial of your life.
Robert Desnos – I Dreamed So Much Of You
I dreamed so much of you that you’re losing your reality.
Is there still time left to reach this living
flesh and to kiss on that mouth the birth
of the voice I hold so dear?
I have dreamed so much of you that my arms so used
While embracing your shadow to cross themselves on my chest
Would not shape themselves perhaps to the lines of your body.
And that, in front of the real face
Of what’s haunted and governed me for days and years
I, without a doubt, would become a shadow myself.
Oh sentimental scales.
I’ve dreamed so much of you there’s no more time,
for me to wake.
I sleep standing, my body exposed
to all of the apparitions of life
and of love and you, the only thing that matters to me.
I could no more touch your brow and lips
Than the brow and lips of the first passer-by.