Latvian poet.
Born February 9th, 1907 in Liepāja. [ref]
Died April 12th, 1974 at 67 years old in Riga. [ref]
Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is just a passing shadow of a cloud. Yann Martel