"On my notebooks from school
On my desk and the trees
On the sand on the snow
I write your name

On the wakened paths
On the opened ways
On the scattered places
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 passionless absence
On naked solitude
On the marches of death
I write your name

By the power of the word
I regain my life
I was born to know you
And to name you"

–Paul Eluard - Liberty (1943)