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Robert Desnos (both \u2018s\u2019 pronounced, 1900-1945) was a Surrealist French poet. During World War II, after initially serving in the French army, Desnos became an active member of La R\u00e9sistance<\/em>. The illustration shows a photograph taken in 1943. On 22 February 1944, Desnos was arrested by the Gestapo and deported to Auschwitz. From there he was transferred to the Fl\u014dha labor campe, and finally, in April 1945, to Theresienstadt in Czechoslovakia. Though Theresienstadt was liberated on 8 May, Desnos died there of typhus on 8 June. Contr\u00e9e<\/em> (\u201cAgainst the Grain\u201d), a book of 25 poems celebrating the land of France and its resistance to oppression, was published in 1944.<\/p>\n

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Rrose S\u00e9lavy<\/strong><\/p>\n

In 1921, the young poet Robert Desnos met Andr\u00e9 Breton (1896-1966) and became an enthusiastic participant in the automatic writing sessions of the Surrealist Movement. During this time, he also became smitten with Rrose S\u00e9lavy, the altera ego<\/em> of Marcel Duchamp (1887-1968). The name is a pun for Eros, c\u2019est la vie<\/em> (\u201clove is life\u201d), or arroser la vie<\/em> (\u201cgive a toast to life\u201d). In 1922, Desnos published under the title Rrose S\u00e9lavy<\/em> multiple brief wordplays, puns and spoonerisms, supposedly dictated to him by Rrose while the poet slept (Conley, 2002, pp 15-44). <\/em>Breton described them as \u201cwords making love\u201d (les mots font l\u2019amour<\/em>) (Desnos, 1999, p 159).<\/p>\n

The following are three of the wordplays:\u00a0<\/p>\n

Rrose S\u00e9lavy voudrait bien savoir si l\u2019amour, cette colle \u00e0 couches, rend plus durs les molles couches [Rrose S\u00e9lavy would like to know if love is the fly-paper that hardens the soft foundation.]<\/p>\n

La solution d\u2019un sage est la pollution d\u2019un page. [The solution of a sage is the pollution of a page. (page in the sense of both book-page and page-boy)]<\/p>\n

Est-ce que la caresse des putains excuse la paresse des culs teints? [Does the whore\u2019s caress excuse the laziness of dyed buttocks?]<\/p>\n

The following illustration shows a photograph of Desnos by Man Ray (1925) and a painting by Georges Malkine (1928).<\/p>\n

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Desnos and Breton denounced each other in 1929. Desnos continued to write poetry though his days of automatic sleep-writing were over. During the 1930s many of his works were dedicated to the love of his life Youki (Lucie Badoud), who had been the muse and model for the Japanese artist Tsuguharu Fujita. Her nickname was the Japanese word for \u201csnow.\u201d<\/p>\n

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World War II<\/strong><\/p>\n

During the initial period of the war when very little happened \u2013 la dr\u00f4le de guerre<\/em> (phoney war) \u2013 Desnos enlisted in the army. When Germany invaded France in May 1940, he was captured, released, and then demobilised. He became a journalist at the newspaper Aujourd\u2019hui, <\/em>but continued to write poetry. Those poems that were more overtly anti-fascist were published clandestinely using pseudonyms. He participated in La R\u00e9sistance <\/em>by providing them with information secretly available to the newspaper, and arranging counterfeit papers for Jews and others sought by the occupying Germans. In February 1944, he was apparently betrayed by someone he had offended, and deported. The following illustration shows a photograph by Dora Maar taken in 1943, and an engraving portrait by Gaston Roux that was used for the volume \u00c9tat de veille<\/em> (State of Alert) published by Robert Godet in 1943.<\/p>\n

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Contr\u00e9e<\/strong><\/p>\n

Robert Godet published Contr\u00e9e <\/em>after Desnos was deported. The meaning of the title is complex. Both the French \u201ccontr\u00e9e\u201d and the English \u201ccountry\u201d derive from the Latin (terra) contrata<\/em> which means \u201c(the land) spread out before one.\u201d In both languages the words came to mean the land around a town or city: rural rather than urban. In English, \u201ccountry\u201d was also used to denote the political entity that governs a defined region, a meaning that in French was taken by \u201cpays.\u201d The word \u201ccontr\u00e9e\u201d can also be the feminine past participle of the verb \u201ccontrer\u201d meaning \u201cact against\u201d or \u201ccounter.\u201d Ad\u00e8s (2017) translates this as \u201cagainst the grain.\u201d For Desnos \u201c(la terre) contr\u00e9e\u201d suggests both the enduring land, and its rebellion against the current government.<\/p>\n

The following illustration shows the etching of Dora Maar by Picasso that was included in the book, the title page, and then the first poem (La cascade<\/em>). The etching shows a woman seated with her legs crossed on a chair made of books (Swan, 2017). The woman appears to be seen from both front and back; some have suggested that this double perspective might represent an embracing couple. Youki thought that the etching represented \u201ca knight leaning on a stack of books\u201d (Swan 2017, p 5). Picasso arranged for parts of the etching to be printed with each of the poems in the book. This may represent the desecration of the body of France by the Germans.<\/p>\n

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According to Conley (2003, p 124), Contr\u00e9e<\/em> contains one poem for every hour of the day and concludes with an epitaph. Although some of the poems are in free verse, most are formal in structure: nine poems are sonnets. Translations are difficult since one must find some compromise between form and meaning. Kulik (Desnos, 1984, 2004) uses free verse and finds exact meanings; Ad\u00e8s (2017) uses rhymes when Desnos does, albeit not always in the same order. The following sections present five of the poems from the book in the original French (Desnos, 1999; also Rimes<\/a> website), and in the English translation of Timothy Ad\u00e8s (2017). Each poem is recited by Yvon Jean.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n

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La cascade<\/strong><\/p>\n

Quelle fl\u00e8che a perc\u00e9 le ciel et le rocher?
Elle vibre. Elle \u00e9tale, ainsi qu\u2019un paon, sa queue
Ou, comme la com\u00e8te \u00e0 minuit vient nicher,
Le brouillard de sa tige et ses pennes sans noeuds.

Que surgisse le sang de la chair entr\u2019ouverte,
L\u00e8vres taisant d\u00e9j\u00e0 le murmure et le cri,
Un doigt pos\u00e9 suspend le temps et d\u00e9concerte
Le t\u00e9moin dans les yeux duquel le fait s\u2019inscrit.

Silence ? nous savons pourtant les mots de passe,
Sentinelles perdues loin des feux de bivouac
Nous sentirons monter dans les t\u00e9n\u00e8bres basses
L\u2019odeur du ch\u00e8vrefeuille et celle du ressac.

Qu\u2019enfin l\u2019aube jaillisse \u00e0 travers tes ab\u00eemes,
Distance, et rayon dessine sur les eaux,
Pr\u00e9sage du retour de l\u2019archer et des hymnes,
Un arc-en-ciel et son carquois plein de roseaux.<\/p>\n

The following is a reading by Yvon Jean<\/a><\/p>\nhttps:\/\/creatureandcreator.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/La-cascade-Yvon-Jean.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n

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The Waterfall <\/strong><\/p>\n

What arrow split the sky and pierced the rock?
Vibrant, it spreads its peacock tail and flaunts
Its blurry shaft and sleek unblemished flights,
The way the midnight comet finds its mark.

The flesh is opened. For the blood to rise,
While lips suppress the murmurs and the cries,
A finger bids time stop, pre-occupies
The witness who records it with his eyes.

Silence? And yet we know the passwords well.
We strayed from our camp-fires, we sentinels:
Drifting from shady corners we can smell
Salt surf aromas, honeysuckle smells.

Dawn bursts on far-off depths; a sunbeam limns
Upon the waves, at last, a sketch that leads
Back the returning archer and his hymns:
A rainbow, with its quiver full of reeds.<\/p>\n

This poem, the first in the collection, seems on the surface to be like the love poems of the French Renaissance, wherein the lover sought to capture his beloved with the arrows of desire. However, the poem describes \u201cthe political pursuit of armed Resistance fighters hidden in the landscape of France\u201d (Conley, 2003, p 131). Near a waterfall someone has been wounded, blood flows, passwords are given, and eventually the maquisards<\/em> returns to their hideout and dawn arrives. The imagery for the waterfall is striking: the waterfall is likened to the tale of a peacock or a comet. Because of Desnos\u2019 love of wordplay, one must wonder whether the word paon<\/em> should recall pa\u00efn<\/em> meaning \u201cpagan\u201d \u2013 one who does not follow the established faith.<\/p>\n

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Le paysage<\/strong><\/p>\n

J\u2019avais r\u00eav\u00e9 d\u2019aimer. J\u2019aime encor mais l\u2019amour
Ce n\u2019est plus ce bouquet de lilas et de roses
Chargeant de leurs parfums la for\u00eat o\u00f9 repose
Une flamme \u00e0 l\u2019issue de sentiers sans d\u00e9tour.

J\u2019avais r\u00eav\u00e9 d\u2019aimer. J\u2019aime encor mais l\u2019amour
Ce n\u2019est plus cet orage o\u00f9 l\u2019\u00e9clair superpose
Ses b\u00fbchers aux ch\u00e2teaux, d\u00e9route, d\u00e9compose,
Illumine en fuyant l\u2019adieu au carrefour.

C\u2019est le silex en feu sous mon pas dans la nuit,
Le mot qu\u2019aucun lexique au monde n\u2019a traduit
L\u2019\u00e9cume sur la mer, dans le ciel ce nuage.

\u00c0 vieillir tout devient rigide et lumineux,
Des boulevards sans noms et des cordes sans noeuds.
Je me sens me roidir avec le paysage.<\/p>\n

The following is a reading by Yvon Jean<\/a><\/p>\nhttps:\/\/creatureandcreator.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/Le-paysage-Yvon-Jean.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n

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The Countryside <\/strong><\/p>\n

I dreamed of loving. Still I love, but now
Love is no more that rose and lilac spray
Whose perfume filled the woods where each pathway
Led on directly to the blazing glow

I dreamed of loving. Still I love, but now
Love’s not that storm whose lightning kindled high
Towers, unhorsed, unhinged, and fleetingly
Would set the parting of the ways aglow.

Love is the flint my footstep sparks at night,
The word no lexicon can render right,
Foam of the sea, the cloud across the sky.

Old age makes all things fixed and luminous:
Knots are unravelled, streets anonymous;
Set in our ways, the countryside and I.<\/p>\n

The countryside of Contr\u00e9e<\/em> stands in ironic contrast to that espoused by Vichy propaganda. Conley (200 3, p 1260 remarks<\/p>\n

Under P\u00e9tain liberty, equality, and fraternity became outmoded concepts replaced with the moralizing, hierarchical values of work, family, and the notion of a mythical homeland led by the patriarchal Marshal.<\/p>\n

Desnos remembers the springtime of his life when love blossomed, and the stormy time that followed when the war began. Now the country has hardened into resistance. Love still exists but it is now the flint that attempts to ignite rebellion.<\/p>\n

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La peste<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dans la rue un pas retentit. La cloche n\u2019a qu\u2019un seul
battant. O\u00f9 va-t-il le promeneur qui se rapproche
lentement et s\u2019arr\u00eate par instant? Le voici devant
la maison. J\u2019entends son souffle derri\u00e8re la porte.

Je vois le ciel \u00e0 travers la vitre. Je vois le ciel o\u00f9 les
astres roulent sur l\u2019ar\u00eate des toits. C\u2019est la grande
Ourse ou B\u00e9telgeuse, c\u2019est V\u00e9nus au ventre blanc, c\u2019est
Diane qui d\u00e9grafe sa tunique pr\u00e8s d\u2019une fontaine de lumi\u00e8re.

Jamais lunes ni soleils ne roul\u00e8rent si loin de la
terre, jamais l\u2019air de nuit ne fut si opaque et si
lourd. Je p\u00e8se sur ma porte qui r\u00e9siste…

Elle s\u2019ouvre enfin, son battant claque contre le
mur. Et tandis que le pas s\u2019\u00e9loigne je d\u00e9chiffre
sur une affiche jaune les lettres noires du mot \u00ab Peste \u00bb.<\/p>\n

The following is a reading by Yvon Jean<\/a>:<\/p>\nhttps:\/\/creatureandcreator.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/La-peste-Yvon-Jean.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n

The Plague <\/strong><\/p>\n

In the road a footstep echoes. The bell has only one
clapper. Where’s he going, the walker, coming
slowly nearer and briefly stopping? Now he’s outside
the house. I hear him breathing behind the door.

I see the sky through the glass. I see the sky where the
stars run on the rooftops. It’s the great
Bear or Betelgeuse, it’s Venus the white-bellied,
it’s Diana unfastening her tunic near a fountain of light.

Never did moons or suns run so far from the
earth, never was the night air so dense and so
heavy. I lean on my door which resists…

It opens at last, it swings and knocks against the
wall. And while the footstep moves away I decipher
on a yellow poster the word in black letters, “Plague”<\/p>\n

The poem is written in free verse with the line-endings arbitrarily placed between article and noun, adverb and adjective. The world is out of joint. Never were the heavens so far from the earth. An unseen walker labels the house wherein we live in terror as infested by the plague. The label is ambiguous. Does it represent the oppression of the occupiers or the paralyzing fear of the oppressed? On another level the yellow poster recalls the yellow star that French Jews were required to wear.<\/p>\n

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La voix<\/strong><\/p>\n

Une voix, une voix qui vient de si loin
Qu\u2019elle ne fait plus tinter les oreilles,
Une voix, comme un tambour, voil\u00e9e
Parvient pourtant, distinctement, jusqu\u2019\u00e0 nous.
Bien qu\u2019elle semble sortir d\u2019un tombeau
Elle ne parle que d\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 et de printemps,
Elle emplit le corps de joie,
Elle allume aux l\u00e8vres le sourire.

Je l\u2019\u00e9coute. Ce n\u2019est qu\u2019une voix humaine
Qui traverse les fracas de la vie et des batailles,
L\u2019\u00e9croulement du tonnerre et le murmure des bavardages.

Et vous ? Ne l\u2019entendez-vous pas?
Elle dit \u00ab La peine sera de courte dur\u00e9e \u00bb
Elle dit \u00ab La belle saison est proche \u00bb.

Ne l\u2019entendez-vous pas?<\/p>\n

The following is a reading by Yvon Jean<\/a><\/p>\nhttps:\/\/creatureandcreator.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/La-voix-Yvon-Jean.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n

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The Voice <\/strong><\/p>\n

A voice, a voice coming from so far away
That it no longer rings in the ears,
A voice, like a drumbeat, muffled
Reaches us even so, distinctly.
Though it seems to issue from a tomb
It speaks only of summer and spring,
It fills the body with joy,
It kindles a smile on the lips.

I’m listening. It’s only a human voice
Coming across the din of life and of battles,
The crash of thunder and the babble of talk.

What about you? Don’t you hear it?
It says “The pain will be short-lived”
It says “The beautiful season is near”.

Don’t you hear it?<\/p>\n

This poem is a poem of hope. In the noise of battle and the babble of talk, a voice promises that beauty will return. The voice is not loud, it is like the \u201cstill small voice\u201d of God who promised Elijah that Israel would be delivered from its oppressors (1 Kings 19: 12).<\/p>\n

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L’\u00e9pitaphe<\/strong><\/p>\n

J\u2019ai v\u00e9cu dans ces temps et depuis mille ann\u00e9es
Je suis mort. Je vivais, non d\u00e9chu mais traqu\u00e9.
Toute noblesse humaine \u00e9tant emprisonn\u00e9e
J\u2019\u00e9tais libre parmi les esclaves masqu\u00e9s.

J\u2019ai v\u00e9cu dans ces temps et pourtant j\u2019\u00e9tais libre.
Je regardais le fleuve et la terre et le ciel
Tourner autour de moi, garder leur \u00e9quilibre
Et les saisons fournir leurs oiseaux et leur miel.

Vous qui vivez qu\u2019avez-vous fait de ces fortunes ?
Regrettez-vous les temps o\u00f9 je me d\u00e9battais ?
Avez-vous cultiv\u00e9 pour des moissons communes ?
Avez-vous enrichi la ville o\u00f9 j\u2019habitais ?

Vivants, ne craignez rien de moi, car je suis mort.
Rien ne survit de mon esprit ni de mon corps.<\/p>\n

The following is a reading by Yvon Jean<\/a>:<\/p>\nhttps:\/\/creatureandcreator.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/Lepitaphe-Yvon-Jean.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n

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The Epitaph <\/strong><\/p>\n

I’ve lived today, and since antiquity
Been dead. I lived intact, but I was prey.
Man’s nobler side was jailed and put away;
Among the slaves in face-masks, I was free.

I’ve lived today, and nonetheless been free.
I watched the river and the earth and sky
Turn round me, and they kept their harmony;
Honey and birds, a seasonal supply.

How did you use these gifts, you there alive?
Did you misuse the days I spent in toil?
Did you make common cause and till the soil
To harvest? Did you make my city thrive?<\/p>\n

Don’t fear me, you who live: I’m dead and gone:
Not soul nor body, nothing lingers on.<\/p>\n

The sense of the poem stems from the ideas of mortality of the Greek philosopher Epicurus (341\u2013270 BC), epitomized in the Latin epitaph used by many of his followers:<\/p>\n

Non fui, fui, non sum, non curo<\/em> (I was not; I was; I am not; I do not care).<\/p>\n

Desnos agrees that today he lives, that before that was dead, and that after he dies nothing will remain. He cares not for before or after but concentrates on today. Despite the awfulness of the time into which he was born, he strives to remain free and to live in harmony with the world. He asks his readers if they using their talents for the common good or resigning themselves to servitude. The meaning of the poem is encapsulated in the line<\/p>\n

J\u2019ai v\u00e9cu dans ces temps et pourtant j\u2019\u00e9tais libre<\/p>\n

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Imprisonment and Death <\/strong><\/p>\n

After his arrest and interrogation by the Gestapo in February, 1943, Desnos was sent to the transit camp in Compi\u00e8gne. Youki visited him there and provided him with a care package. However, in April, Desnos and 1700 other prisoners were sent on to Auschwitz. From there, he was transferred to Buchenwald and then in May to the Flossenb\u016brg\u00a0 concentration camp in Bavaria. Soon after his arrival Desnos was transferred to the Fl\u014dha sub-camp for where he worked for 11 months (Humphreys, 2002). During his stay there he wrote a few last poems usually at the request of his co-prisoners. On 14 April 1945, as the Allied Forces advanced into Germany, SS leader Heinrich Himmler ordered all concentration camps to be closed. After a forced march, Desnos arrived in Theresienstadt (Terezin) in Czechoslvakia on May 7. Germany surrendered on May 8, and all the guards left the camp at Theresienstadt. A period of chaos and starvation ensued. On June 4 a French-speaking Czech medical student Josef Stuna, assigned to help at the camp recognized Desnos. They talked about poetry, but Desnos was terribly sick with typhus, and died on June 8. The following photograph shows Desnos in a group of prisoners at Theresienstadt. He is in the center, leaning on the shoulder of a companion dressed in a black coat.<\/p>\n

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M\u00e9morial des Martyrs de la D\u00e9portation<\/strong><\/p>\n

In 1962 a memorial to the 200,000 people who died in concentration camps after being deported from France during World War II was constructed behind the Cath\u00e9drale Notre-Dame de Paris on the eastern tip of \u00cele de la Cit\u00e9. The memorial, designed by Georges-Henri Pingusson, has an entrance is marked by two concrete blocks. Inside is the tomb of an unknown deportee. Along both walls of a narrow chamber leading underground are 200,000 crystals meant to symbolize each of the deportees who died in the concentration camps. The actual numbers were less than 200,000.\u00a0 Among those deported were 75,000 Jews<\/a>; of these only about 2,500 survived. Of the 88,000 deported on political rather than racial grounds, about 53,000 survived (Wieviorka, 2016, p 417). On the walls inside the memorial are brief quotations from several French writers: Paul \u00c9lard, Jean-Paul Sartre, Antoine de Saint-Exup\u00e9ry, and Robert Desnos. The following illustration shows the memorial and the two quotations from Desnos:<\/p>\n

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The first quotation is from the ending of a poem published in 1944:<\/p>\n

Car ces c\u0153urs qui ha\u00efssaient la guerre battaient pour la libert\u00e9 au rythme m\u00eame des saisons et des mar\u00e9es, du jour et de la nuit.<\/p>\n

For these hearts that hated war were beating for liberty to the very rhythm of the seasons, the tides, day and night.\u00a0 (Ad\u00e8s translation).<\/p>\n

The second quotation came from what was incorrectly assumed to be his last poem (Conley, 2003, pp 203-207; Desnos\/Ad\u00e8s, 2017, p 93). This was quoted in Czech in a brief article in a Czech newspaper on 1 July 1945 that announced the death of the French poet at Theresienstadt. Translated back into French the poem read<\/p>\n

J\u2019ai r\u00eav\u00e9 tellement fort de toi,
J\u2019ai tellement march\u00e9, tellement parl\u00e9,
Tellement aim\u00e9 ton ombre,
Qu\u2019il ne me reste plus rien de toi.<\/p>\n

Il me reste d\u2019\u00eatre l\u2019ombre entre les ombres,
L\u2019ombre qui viendra et reviendra
Dans ta vie ensoleill\u00e9e.<\/p>\n

The poem was thought to be addressed to France. However, the lines actually came from a 1926 prose poem that Desnos wrote for his love at the time: the singer Yvonne George<\/p>\n

J\u2019ai tant r\u00eav\u00e9 de toi, tant march\u00e9, parl\u00e9, couch\u00e9 avec ton fant\u00f4me qu\u2019il ne me reste plus peut-\u00eatre, et pourtant, qu\u2019\u00e0 \u00eatre fant\u00f4me parmi les fant\u00f4mes et plus ombre cent fois que l\u2019ombre qui se prom\u00e8ne et se prom\u00e8nera all\u00e9grement sur le cadran solaire de ta vie.\u00a0<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve dreamed of you so much, walked, talked, slept with your phantom so much that all that\u2019s left to me perhaps, is to be a phantom among phantoms and a hundred times more shadowy than that shadow walking in joy, now and in time to come, across the sun-dial of your life. (Ad\u00e8s translation).<\/p>\n

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Springtime<\/strong><\/p>\n

Desnos\u2019 real \u2018last poem,\u2019 written on 6 April 1944 in the Flossenb\u016brg camp (Desnos\/Dumas, 1999, p 1259; Desnos\/Ad\u00e8s, 2017, pp 512-513) was:<\/p>\n

Printemps<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tu, Rrose S\u00e9lavy, hors de ces bornes erres
Dans un printemps en proie aux sueurs de l\u2019amour,
Aux parfums de la rose \u00e9close aux murs des tours,
\u00e0 la fermentation des eaux et de la terre.

Sanglant, la rose au flanc, le danseur, corps de pierre
Para\u00eet sur le th\u00e9\u00e2tre au milieu des labours.
Un peuple de muets d\u2019aveugles et de sourds
applaudira sa danse et sa mort printani\u00e8re.

C\u2019est dit. Mais la parole inscrite dans la suie
S\u2019efface au gr\u00e9 des vents sous les doigts de la pluie
Pourtant nous l\u2019entendons et lui ob\u00e9issons.

Au lavoir o\u00f9 l\u2019eau coule un nuage simule
\u00c0 la fois le savon, la temp\u00eate et recule
l\u2019instant o\u00f9 le soleil fleurira les buissons.<\/p>\n

The following is a reading by Yvon Jean<\/a><\/p>\nhttps:\/\/creatureandcreator.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/Printemps-Yvon-Jean.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n

Springtime
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Rrose S\u00e9lavy, beyond these bounds you stray.
Meanwhile the waters and the earth ferment;
The rose on fortress-walls pours out its scent;
Love has its sweats and springtime is their prey.
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The rose has torn the stone-limbed dancer\u2019s side.
While others plough and sow, he treads the boards.
The public, blind and deaf and dumb, applauds
This rite of spring, when he has danced and died.
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The word that\u2019s writ in soot is wiped away
At the wind\u2019s whim by fingers of the rain.
Nevertheless we hear it and obey.
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Down at the wash-place where these waters run,
A cloud portrays both soap and hurricane,
Retreating when the thickets bloom in sun.
(Ad\u00e8s translation).<\/p>\n

The poem hearkens back to the days of his youth when Desnos was in love with words and with Rrose S\u00e9lavy, and looks forward to the days when spring would dispel the darkness that was Europe during the Nazi era. Desnos was forever the optimist. He used to read the palms of his co-prisoners and he would always find happiness in their futures (Desnos\/Caws, 2007, p 1280). An apocryphal story<\/a> is that he read the palms of a group of prisoners slated for the gas chambers and that his description of their future lives so confused the guards that the prisoners were not executed.<\/p>\n

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References:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poems and translations<\/strong><\/p>\n

Desnos, R. (translated by Forch\u00e9, C., & Kulik, W. T., 1991). The selected poems of Robert Desnos<\/em>. Ecco Press.<\/p>\n

Desnos, R. (translated by Kulik, W, 1994). Contr\u00e9 = Country: twenty-five poems<\/em>. Windhover Press (University of Iowa).<\/p>\n

Desnos, R. (edited by Dumas, M.-C., 1999). \u0152uvres<\/em>. Gallimard.<\/p>\n

Desnos, R. (translated by Kulik, W, 2004). The voice of Robert Desnos: selected poems<\/em>. Sheep Meadow Press.<\/p>\n

Desnos, R. (edited by Caws, M. A., 2007) Essential poems and writings of Robert Desnos<\/a>. Black Widow Press<\/p>\n

Desnos, R. (translated by Ad\u00e8s, T., 2017). Robert Desnos: Surrealist, Lover, Resistant: collected poems<\/em>. Arc Publications.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong>Others<\/strong><\/p>\n

Conley, K. (2003). Robert Desnos, surrealism, and the marvelous in everyday life<\/em>. University of Nebraska Press.<\/p>\n

Humphreys, K. (2002). Robert Desnos. In Leroux, J.-F. (Ed.) Modern French poets<\/em>. (Dictionary of Literary Biography Vol. 258). Gale<\/p>\n

Kulik, W. (1990). On Desnos. The American Poetry Review<\/em>, 19<\/em>(3), 29-31.<\/p>\n

Swan, R. (2019). Contr\u00e9e: Picasso’s visual fragmented tailpieces emphasise the poetry of Robert Desnos<\/a>. Knowledge Commons<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Wieviorka, O. (translated by J. M. Todd, 2016). The French Resistance<\/em>. Harvard University Press.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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