Paul Eluard

(14 December 1895 – 18 November 1952 / Saint Denis / Paris)

Liberty - Poem by Paul Eluard

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

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

On the images of gold
On the weapons of the warriors
On the crown of the king
I write your name

On the jungle and the desert
On the nest and on the brier
On the echo of my childhood
I write your name

On all my scarves of blue
On the moist sunlit swamps
On the living lake of moonlight
I write your name

On the fields, on the horizon
On the birds’ wings
And on the mill of shadows
I write your name

On each whiff of daybreak
On the sea, on the boats
On the demented mountaintop
I write your name

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

On the flickering figures
On the bells of colors
On the natural truth
I write your name

On the high paths
On the deployed routes
On the crowd-thronged square
I write your name

On the lamp which is lit
On the lamp which isn’t
On my reunited thoughts
I write your name

On a fruit cut in two
Of my mirror and my chamber
On my bed, an empty shell
I write your name

On my dog, greathearted and greedy
On his pricked-up ears
On his blundering paws
I write your name

On the latch of my door
On those familiar objects
On the torrents of a good fire
I write your name

On the harmony of the flesh
On the faces of my friends
On each outstretched hand
I write your name

On the window of surprises
On a pair of expectant lips
In a state far deeper than silence
I write your name

On my crumbled hiding-places
On my sunken lighthouses
On my walls and my ennui
I write your name

On abstraction without desire
On naked solitude
On the marches of death
I write your name

And for the want of a word
I renew my life
For I was born to know you
To name you

Liberty.


Comments about Liberty by Paul Eluard

  • Fabrizio Frosini (6/16/2015 12:01:00 PM)

    another translation:

    ''Liberty''


    On my notebooks from school

    On my desk and the trees

    On the sand on the snow

    I write your name



    On every page read

    On all the white sheets

    Stone blood paper or ash

    I write your name



    On the golden images

    On the soldier’s weapons

    On the crowns of kings

    I write your name



    On the jungle the desert

    The nests and the bushes

    On the echo of childhood

    I write your name



    On the wonder of nights

    On the white bread of days

    On the seasons engaged

    I write your name



    On all my blue rags

    On the pond mildewed sun

    On the lake living moon

    I write your name



    On the fields the horizon

    The wings of the birds

    On the windmill of shadows

    I write your name



    On each breath of the dawn

    On the ships on the sea

    On the mountain demented

    I write your name



    On the foam of the clouds

    On the sweat of the storm

    On dark insipid rain

    I write your name



    On the glittering forms

    On the bells of colour

    On physical truth

    I write your name



    On the wakened paths

    On the opened ways

    On the scattered places

    I write your name



    On the lamp that gives light

    On the lamp that is drowned

    On my house reunited

    I write your name



    On the bisected fruit

    Of my mirror and room

    On my bed’s empty shell

    I write your name



    On my dog greedy tender

    On his listening ears

    On his awkward paws

    I write your name



    On the sill of my door

    On familiar things

    On the fire’s sacred stream

    I write your name



    On all flesh that’s in tune

    On the brows of my friends

    On each hand that extends

    I write your name



    On the glass of surprises

    On lips that attend

    High over the silence

    I write your name



    On my ravaged refuges

    On my fallen lighthouses

    On the walls of my boredom

    I write your name



    On passionless absence

    On naked solitude

    On the marches of death

    I write your name



    On health that’s regained

    On danger that’s past

    On hope without memories

    I write your name



    By the power of the word

    I regain my life

    I was born to know you

    And to name you


    LIBERTY
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 14, 2011


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