Measure me while I live - after it will be too late.
Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.
There is no science without fancy and no art without fact.
Poetry involves the mysteries of the irrational perceived through rational words.
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain/By the false azure in the windowpane.