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Miklós Radnóti

But don’t leave me, delicate mind!
       Don’t let me go crazy.
Sweet wounded reason, don’t
       leave me now.
   
Don’t leave me. Let me die, without fear,
       a clean lovely death,
like Empedocles, who smiled as he fell
       into the crater.”

— Miklós Radnóti, “Maybe …,” Clouded Sky.( Sheep Meadow; Revised edition August 1, 2003)

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