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Dernier Poème
J'ai rêvé tellement fort de toi,
J'ai tellement marché, tellement parlé,
Tellement aimé ton ombre,
Qu'il ne me reste plus rien de toi.
Il me reste d'être l'ombre parmi les ombres
D'être cent fois plus ombre que l'ombre
D'être l'ombre qui viendra et reviendra
dans ta vie ensoleillée.
Last Poem
I have dreamed so strongly of you,
I have walked so much and spoken of you so,
So much loved your shadow,
That I have nothing left of you.
I am left a shadow among the shadows
To be a hundred times more shadow than shadow
To be the shadow who will come and return
into your sunlit life.
robert desnos wrote this to his wife while he was dying in a WWII concentration camp. it wasn't delivered to her until after his death.
J'ai rêvé tellement fort de toi,
J'ai tellement marché, tellement parlé,
Tellement aimé ton ombre,
Qu'il ne me reste plus rien de toi.
Il me reste d'être l'ombre parmi les ombres
D'être cent fois plus ombre que l'ombre
D'être l'ombre qui viendra et reviendra
dans ta vie ensoleillée.
Last Poem
I have dreamed so strongly of you,
I have walked so much and spoken of you so,
So much loved your shadow,
That I have nothing left of you.
I am left a shadow among the shadows
To be a hundred times more shadow than shadow
To be the shadow who will come and return
into your sunlit life.
robert desnos wrote this to his wife while he was dying in a WWII concentration camp. it wasn't delivered to her until after his death.