Jean Cocteau - L'Ange Heurtebise (translated in english)

I <br /> <br />Angel Heurtebise on the steps <br />Beats me with his wings <br />Of watered silk, refreshes my memory, <br />The rascal, motionless <br />And alone with me on the agate <br />Which breaks, ass, your supernatural <br />Pack-saddle. <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />Angel Heurtebise with incredible <br />Brutality jumps on me. Please <br />Don't jump so hard, <br />Beastly fellow, flower of tall <br />Stature. <br />You've laid me up. That's <br />Bad manners. I hold the ace, see? <br />What do you have? <br /> <br />III <br /> <br />Angel Heurtebise pushes me; <br />And you, Lord Jesus, mercy, <br />Lift me, raise me to the corner <br />Of your pointed knees; <br />Undiluted pleasure. Thumb, untie <br />The rope! I die. <br /> <br />IV <br /> <br />Angel Heurtebise and angel <br />Cegeste killed in the war-what a wondrous <br />Name-play <br />The role of scarecrows <br />Whose gesture no frightens <br />The cherries on the heavenly cherry trees <br />Under the church's folding door <br />Accustomed to the gesture yes. <br /> <br />V <br /> <br />My guardian angel, Heurtebise, <br />I guard you, I hit you, <br />I break you, I change <br />Your guard every hour. <br />On guard, summer! I challenge <br />You, if you're a man. Admit <br />Your beauty, angel of white lead, <br />Caught in a photograph by an <br />Explosion of magnesium.<br /><br />Jean Cocteau<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem..../l-ange-heurtebise-t