The Nakedness Of Truth (I Know It Well) Poem by Paul Eluard
The Nakedness Of Truth (I Know It Well)
Rating: ★4.4
Despair has no wings,
Nor has love,
No countenance:
They do not speak.
I do not stir,
I do not behold them,
I do not speak to them,
But I am as real as my love and my despair.
Friday, January 3, 2003
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4/19/2024 6:33:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
very nicely done...i liked this poem a lot