Autograph letter signed "Jean" to the poet and painter Gabriel Pomerand. Milly Saturday (December 1955); 1 page in-4 °, with envelope.
Very beautiful letter by Cocteau tinged with weariness: "I made up my mind to be increasingly covered with laurels and shade - I said to myself:" maybe a knight will be you... " and that this knight
would be you warms my soul - for I slept under the snow as in the legends. Every time your beautiful writing detaches me from the vague area where I "hurt", an evil that I hate because I hate forms
without outline. Under the legend and under the snow and under the vagueness, I have the ice in the marrow of the bones and smiling to me only comes out of politeness and comedy. Where can I get the
tightrope-walking attitude that is reproached to me while we never blame the real tightrope walkers of our time: Giraudoux, Gide, Claudel and Valery with his learned dog trick? All this surprises me
and disgusts me. But your sign is washing me and I kiss you ... "