The Eagle
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
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The play begins with a large fight between the Capulets and the Montagues, two prestigious families in Verona, Italy. These families hav... -
Self Potrait by Jean Cocteau in a letter to Paul Valery, October 1924
