I can hardly bear the golden weight of museums,

That immense vessel.

Still more telling than their stale mouths meseems

The œuvre of Picasso.

There, I’ve seen the objects floating in our rooms,

Too big or much too little,

Finally, the way love melds mouths and limbs,

Profoundly built!

The Muses led him in their cordon,

And guided his hand,

That he might, on the world’s adorable disorder,

Impose the order of man.

Jean Cocteau