Familiar path followed under blanket of fog. Now venturing down into barren valley of a thousand steps toward forgotten years now remembering. Damp moisture of regret sticks to my nakedness while again descending into your embrace. You the Spartan warrior with sword drawn up in battle proudly rising like the magnificent sun swelling out of [...]
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The worst fate of a poet is to be admired without being understood.
- Jean Cocteau, Le Rappel รก l'ordre, 1926
- Jean Cocteau, Le Rappel รก l'ordre, 1926
