Angel, let me I pray frolic in this field;

I shall be seen by none, shall I then betray you?

The town, because of you, thinks my heart annealed.

However, in the sunlight, thaw your plate I pray you.

Sleep awhile. Have naught wherewith myself to scold.

Look at the wild sea breaking its glass on the shore.

Its champagne booms the rugged rock outcrop enfold

Whence I see its skirts, its linen and much more.

Swimming evermore has been the hero’s joy,

For of all the dragons the wisest is the sea.

Ah, that I might laugh! That I might naked be!

And strip bare my heart, my heart filled with annoy.

Jean Cocteau