5.
from REMARKS FROM THE ROCKS
A night made out of nights of deserted shores
A night made out of luminousness and funerals
A staircase unfolds beneath my feet but daylight reveals only shadows and disasters as my destiny
Only the colossal marble column of doubt holds the sky above my head
Empty bottles which I smash into glittering smithereens.
Robert Desnos
In 11th grade we did a semester unit on Surrealism. While I still don’t care much for Surrealist artwork, a few of the poems stayed with me, including this fragment. I find this beautiful and haunting and oddly reminiscent of Phantom of the Opera!
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