135th Virtual Poetry Circle

Welcome to the 135th Virtual Poetry Circle!

Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s books suggested. Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.

Also, sign up for the 2012 Fearless Poetry Reading Challenge because its simple; you only need to read 1 book of poetry. Please visit the stops on the National Poetry Month Blog Tour from April 2011 and beginning again in April 2012.

Today’s poems is from Robert Desnos:

No, Love Is Not Dead

No, love is not dead in this heart these eyes and this mouth
that announced the start of its own funeral.
Listen, I've had enough of the picturesque, the colorful
and the charming.
I love love, its tenderness and cruelty.
My love has only one name, one form.
Everything disappears. All mouths cling to that one.
My love has just one name, one form.
And if someday you remember
O you, form and name of my love,
One day on the ocean between America and Europe,
At the hour when the last ray of light sparkles
on the undulating surface of the waves, or else a stormy night
beneath a tree in the countryside or in a speeding car,
A spring morning on the boulevard Malesherbes,
A rainy day,
Just before going to bed at dawn,
Tell yourself-I order your familiar spirit-that
I alone loved you more and it's a shame
you didn't know it.
Tell yourself there's no need to regret: Ronsard
and Baudelaire before me sang the sorrows
of women old or dead who scorned the purest love.
When you are dead
You will still be lovely and desirable.
I'll be dead already, completely enclosed in your immortal body,
in your astounding image forever there among the endless marvels
of life and eternity, but if I'm alive,
The sound of your voice, your radiant looks,
Your smell the smell of your hair and many other things
will live on inside me.
In me and I'm not Ronsard or Baudelaire

I'm Robert Desnos who, because I knew
and loved you, 
Is as good as they are.
I'm Robert Desnos who wants to be remembered
On this vile earth for nothing but his love of you.

A la mysterieuse

What do you think?


  1. love his poetry one of my favourites (The Voice of Robert Desnos) ends,
    “Invoke my name
    pilots steer according to my eyes
    builders grow dizzy listening to me
    architects leave for the desert
    murderers bless me
    flesh quivers at my call
    the one I love does not listen to me
    the one I love does not hear me
    the one I love does not answer me.”

    after having the ability to summon almost everything, he cannot summon the one thing he truly wants. great choice of poet thanks for sharing.

  2. I would love to hear this poem read aloud! I looked up Robert Desnos because there was something about “No, Love is Not Dead” that made me wonder if it had originally been written in another language (answer: he was French). A favorite phrase: “All mouths cling to that one.” I also liked the idea that they would both be immortal in each other.

    • Yes, he was French. I really liked that translation here; it seemed fresh…not like a literal translation. These lines: “I alone loved you more and it’s a shame
      you didn’t know it.” are just so telling about the nature of the relationship and its conclusion.

  3. I can’t say I complete “got” this poem, but I did find some beautiful lines throughout. I like how he wants to be remembered for loving someone and how he shows the contrast between the “vile earth” and the goodness of love.

    “Listen, I’ve had enough of the picturesque, the colorful
    and the charming.
    I love love, its tenderness and cruelty.”

    Those are my favorite lines. Love is both tender and cruel at times…it’s definitely not always picturesque and charming!