French poet.
Born August 26th, 1880 in Rome. [ref]
Died November 9th, 1918 at 38 years old in Paris (1918-1920 flu pandemic). [ref]
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity. Gilda Radner