Liberty - Paul Eluard (1945)

On my school notebooks
On my desk and on the trees
On the powdery snow
I write your name

On the pages read
On all the blank pages
Stone, blood, paper or ash
I write your name

On the gilt imgaines
On the warriors' weapons
On the king's crown
I write your name

On the jungle and the desert
On the nests and the briers
On the echo of my youth
I write your name

On all my blue scarves
On the damp sunlit swamps
On the living moonlit lake
I write your name

On the fields, on the horizon
On the birds' wings
And on the shadowy mill
I write your name

On every daybreak breeze
On the sea, on the boats
On the demented peaks
I write your name

On the froth of the cloud
On the sweat of the storm
On the dense, flat rain
I write your name

On the scintillating forms
On the colorful bells
On the physical truth
I write your name

On the elevated paths
On the deployed roads
On the overcrowded city square
I write your name

On the lit lamp
On the spent lamp
On my reunited reasonings
I write your name

On the bisected fruit
Of my mirror and my room
On my bed, my empty shell
I write your name

On my dog, sweet gourmand
On his piqued ears
On his blundering paws
I write your name

On the latch of my door
On those familiar objects
On the torrent of a bonfire
I write your name

On all comfortable flesh
On the foreheads of my friends
On all outstretched hands
I write your name

On the windowpane of surprises
On the expectant lips
Far deeper than silence
I write your name

On my ruiined hiding-places
On my sunken lighthouses
On my walls and my boredom
I write your name

On absence without desire
On naked solitude
On death's march
I write your name

And by the power of a word
I regain my life
I was born to know you
To name you

Liberty.