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Robert Desnos

I have dreamed so much of you,
Walked so often, talked so often with you,
Loved your shadow so much.
Nothing is left me of you.
Nothing is left of me but a shadow among shadows,
A being a hundred times more shadowy than a shadow,
A shadowy being who comes, and comes again, in your sunlit life.

— Robert Desnos, from “Last Poem (Terezina Concentration Camp, May 1945),” trans. Kenneth Rexroth, The Selected Poems of Robert Desnos (Ecco Press, 1991)

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