Paul Eluard

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

The Nakedness Of Truth (I Know It Well) - Poem by Paul Eluard

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.

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  • (10/16/2005 11:01:00 AM)

    very nicely done...i liked this poem a lot (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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