Robert Desnos: Epitaph

20 August 2018


I lived in that age and for a thousand years
Am dead. I lived, not deposed but hunted.
All human nobility being imprisoned
I was free among the masked slaves.

I lived in that age yet I was free.
I gazed at the river the earth the sky
Turning round me, keeping their equilibrium
And the seasons yielded their birds and their honey.

You who live what have you made of those treasures?
Do you miss that age in which I struggled?
Have you worked for the common harvest?
Have you enriched the city where I lived?

You living, have no fear of me, I am dead.
Nothing survives of my spirit or my corpse.

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