Here you will find the Poem Sleep Spaces of poet Robert Desnos
In the night there are of course the seven wonders of the world and the greatness tragedy and enchantment. Forests collide with legendary creatures hiding in thickets. There is you. In the night there are the walker's footsteps the murderer's the town policeman's light from the street lamp and the ragman's lantern There is you. In the night trains go past and boats and the fantasy of countries where it's daytime. The last breaths of twilight and the first shivers of dawn. There is you. A piano tune, a shout. A door slams. A clock. And not only beings and things and physical sounds. But also me chasing myself or endlessly going beyond me. There is you the sacrifice, you that I'm waiting for. Sometimes at the moment of sleep strange figures are born and disappear. When I shut my eyes phosphorescent blooms appear and fade and come to life again like fireworks made of flesh. I pass through strange lands with creatures for company. No doubt you are there, my beautiful discreet spy. And the palpable soul of the vast reaches. And perfumes of the sky and the stars the song of a rooster from 2000 years ago and piercing screams in a flaming park and kisses. Sinister handshakes in a sickly light and axles grinding on paralyzing roads. No doubt there is you who I do not know, who on the contrary I do know. But who, here in my dreams, demands to be felt without ever appearing. You who remain out of reach in reality and in dream. You who belong to me through my will to possess your illusion but who brings your face near mine only if my eyes are closed in dream as well as in reality. You who in spite of an easy rhetoric where the waves die on the beach where crows fly into ruined factories, where the wood rots crackling under a lead sun. You who are at the depths of my dreams stirring up a mind full of metamorphoses leaving me your glove when I kiss your hand. In the night there are stars and the shadowy motion of the sea, of rivers, forests, towns, grass and the lungs of millions and millions of beings. In the night there are the seven wonders of the world. In the night there are no guardian angels, but there is sleep. In the night there is you. In the daylight too.