The Nakedness of Truth (I know it well)
Read 'The Nakedness of Truth (I know it well)' by 'Paul Eluard' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
The Nakedness of Truth (I know it well) 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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