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from the article:
This Is How I Want to Die
Who could die like that cloud that I watch, softly evaporate white and airy to the firmament rising on light, atmospheric wings.
Who could die like the star, eclipsing a few moments, and then no more to shine again, like her, in other blue-clad firmaments!
Who could be aurora ray and, in afternoon’s decline, diffuse into twilight burning gold the moribund light as it waves goodbye!
Who could be wilting flower painlessly bending one’s chalice and even pale and inert, shedding petals and spilling ambrosia into the aura!
But I am no flower, no errant cloud, No star of blinking worlds… I have a heart, a caring soul, pieces all, made to be torn out!
This is why I want to be weightless atom, perfumed breath of breeze, to fool suffering and die exhaling grins.
That in your bosom no more, Nature, death is a voluptuous fainting, rather a pretty expression; and not a single thing into eternal repose sinking.