...with the end of my breath, which is the beginning of yours.
It is the whole modern concept of love which should be re-examined, such as is commonly but transparently expressed in phrases like 'love at first sight' and 'honeymoon'. All this shoddy terminology is on top of that tainted with the most reactionary irony.
Of all those arts in which the wise excel, Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.
I am the soul in limbo.
The clouds were disappearing rapidly, leaving the stars to die. The night dried up.
The pure playfulness of certain wholly whimsical portions of (Charles) Cros’s work should not obscure the fact that at the center of some of his most beautiful poems a revolver is leveled straight at us.