Freedom (Poem)

On my school notebooks

On my desk and on the trees

On sand and snow

I write your name

 

On all the pages I have read

On all the blank pages

On stone, blood, paper, ashes

I write your name

 

On gilded images

On warrior’s weapons

On the crown of kings

I write your name

 

On the jungle and on the desert

On nests and brooms

On my childhood’s echo

I write your name

 

On the wonders of the night

On the white bread of days

On the engaged-to-be-married seasons

I write your name

 

On all my sky blue garments

On the sun’s moldy pond

On the  lake of the living moon

I write your name

 

On the fields in the horizon

On the birds’ wings

On the mill of shadows

I write your name

 

On every bite of dawn

On the sea and on the boats

On the demented mountain

I write your name

 

On the clouds’ froth

On the tempest’s sweat

On the rain—thick and bland—

I write your name

 

On sparkling forms

On the colors’ bells

On the veracity of existence

I write your name

 

On the awakened paths

On the unfolding routes

On the overflowing squares

I write your name

 

On the lamp which is lit

On the lamp which is put out

On the reunion of my homes

I write your name

 

On the fruit cut in half

Of the mirror and my room

On the empty shell of my bed

I write your name

 

On my dog—greedy and tender—

On his ears raised up high

On his clumsy paw

I write your name

 

On the springboard of my door

On all familiar objects

On the blessed fire’s stream

I write your name

 

On every piece of given flesh

On the forehead of my friends

On every stretched hand

I write your name

 

On the window of surprises

On lips harboring tenderness

Way below the silence

I write your name

 

On my demolished hiding places

On my collapsed lighthouses

On the walls of my boredom

I write your name

 

On absence without desire

On naked solitude

On the footsteps of death

I write your name

 

On the recovery from illness

On the disappearance of danger

On hope devoid of memories

I write your name

 

And by the power of speech

I start my life again

I was born to know you

And to give you your name

 

Freedom

 

Paul Éluard, Poésies et vérités, 1942

Translation from the French: Youlika Masry (© 2014)

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