5.11.09

freedom: a poem

Freedom
by Paul Eluard
(translated into English)

On my workbooks
On my desk and trees
On the sand on the snow
I write your name

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

On the golden images
On the weapons of warriors
On the crown of kings
I write your name

On the jungle on the desert
On the nests on the brooms
On the echo of my childhood
I write your name

On the wonders of night
On the day’s white bread
On the engaged seasons
I write your name

On all my sapphire cloth
On the pond sun mold
On the lake living moon
I write your name

On the fields on the horizon
On the wings of birds
On the windmill of shadows
I write your name

On each meal of dawn
On the sea on the boats
On the mad mountain
I write your name

On the fluff of clouds
On the sweat of storms
On the rain deep and drab
I write your name

On the twinkling shapes
On the clocks of colors
On the true shape
I write your name

On the awoken path
On the displayed routes
On the places that jut out
I write your name

On the lamp that aluminates itself
On the lamp that blows itself out
On my reunited homes
I write your name

On the fruit cut in two
The mirror in my room
On my empty bed
I write your name

On my greedy dog
On his pricked ears
On his awkward paws
I write your name

On the stepping stone of my door
On the familiar objects
On the flood of blessed passion
I write your name

On all my given flesh
On the foreheads of my friends
On each hand held
I write your name

On the surprise windowpanes
On the waiting lips
Well above the silence
I write your name

On my destroyed refuges
On my faded lighthouse
On the walls of my worry
I will write your name

On the absence of desire
On the naked solitude
On the walks of death
I will write your name

On the returned health
On the vanished risk
On the hope without remembering
I will write your name

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

Freedom.



It is for freedom that Christ has set us free... Galations 5:1

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful. Reminds me that God has written our names on his hand and his heart.
    Isaiah 49:16 Behold, I have carved you on the palms of My hands..
    Happy Weekend,
    Tammy

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