8 June 2011

The Nakedness of Truth (I know it well) by Paul Éluard

Portrait of Paul Éluard by Picasso

Despair has no wings,
Nor has love,
No countenance,
They do not speak.
I do not behold them,
I do not speak to them,
But I am as real as my love and my despair.

From Mourir de ne pas mourir 1924

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