Sky Song 

by Robert Desnos





The flower of the Alps told the seashell: "You're shining"

The seashell told the sea: "You echo"

The sea told the boat: "You're shuddering"

The boat told the fire: "You're glowing brightly"

The fire told me: "I glow less brightly than her eyes"

The boat told me: "I shudder less than your heart does when she

appears"

The sea told me: "I echo less than her name does in your love-making"

The seashell told me: "I shine less brightly than the phosphorus of

desire in your hollow dream"

The flower of the Alps told me: "She's beautiful"

I said: "She's beautiful, so beautiful, she moves me."





I got this poem in one of the daily emails from the Richard Brautigan Poem

of the Day list. And oh, what a lucky girl am I.