More from Jean Cocteau
- Opium (1929)
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
A Call to Order (1926)- Les Enfants Terribles translation by Rosamond Lehmann (1929)
Jean Cocteau on life and death
The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
“Postambule” in La Fin du Potomac (1939)
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