Xuân Diệu

To be a poet is to be lulled by the wind,To follow the moon in dreams, and drift with the clouds.

— Xuân Diệu

At break of day I feel as if I'm clasping a bouquet of smiling flowersAnd the hours wilt like falling petals.

— Xuân Diệu

But alas, I'm going to die!I have arrived to face the cold border of nihility.

— Xuân Diệu