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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506774" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Voice of Robert Desnos</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506774" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So like a flower and a current of air<br>the flow of water fleeting shadows<br>the smile glimpsed at midnight this excellent evening<br>so like every joy and every sadness<br>it is the midnight past lifting its naked body above belfries and poplars<br>I call to me those lost in the fields<br>old skeletons young oaks cut down<br>scraps of cloth rotting on the ground and linen drying in farm country<br>I call tornadoes and hurricanes<br>storms typhoons cyclones<br>tidal waves<br>earthquakes<br>I call the smoke of volcanoes and the smoke of cigarettes<br>the rings of smoke from expensive cigars<br>I call lovers and loved ones<br>I call the living and the dead<br>I call gravediggers I call assassins<br>I call hangmen pilots bricklayers architects<br>assassins<br>I call the flesh<br>I call the one I love<br>I call the one I love<br>I call the one I love<br>the jubilant midnight unfolds its satin wings and perches on my bed<br>the belfries and the poplars bend to my wish<br>the former collapse the latter bow down<br>those lost in the fields are found in finding me<br>the old skeletons are revived by my voice<br>the young oaks cut down are covered with foliage<br>the scraps of cloth rotting on the ground and in the earth<br>	snap to at the sound of my voice like a flag of rebellion<br>the linen drying in farm country clothes adorable women <br>	whom I do not adore<br>who come to me<br>obeying my voice, adoring<br>tornadoes revolve in my mouth<br>hurricanes if it is possible redden my lips<br>storms roar at my feet<br>typhoons if it is possible ruffle me<br>I get drunken kisses from the cyclones<br>the tidal waves come to die at my feet<br>the earthquakes do not shake me but fade completely<br>	at my command<br>the smoke of volcanoes clothes me with its vapors<br>and the smoke of cigarettes perfumes me<br>and the rings of cigar smoke crown me<br>loves and love so long hunted find refuge in me<br>lovers listen to my voice<br>the living and the dead yield to me and salute me<br>	the former coldly the latter warmly<br>the gravediggers abandon the hardly-dug graves<br>	and declare that I alone may command their nightly work<br>the assassins greet me<br>the hangmen invoke the revolution<br>invoke my voice<br>invoke my name<br>the pilots are guided by my eyes<br>the bricklayers are dizzied listening to me<br>the architects leave for the desert<br>the assassins bless me<br>flesh trembles when I call</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506774" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">the one I love is not listening<br>the one I love does not hear<br>the one I love does not answer.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robert+Desnos">Robert Desnos</a></strong></div>