| The Nakedness of Truth (I know it well) | |
Poem By: Paul Eluard | Views: 152 | Word Count: 32 | View PDF | Print View |
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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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About the Author Paul Eluard (1895 - 1952) was born to a lower-middle-class family in Saint Denis, Paris. His father was a bookkeeper, his mother, helped out with the household income by making dresses. At the age of 16 Paul was... Read Paul Eluard's Full Biography
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