Miklós Radnóti — The Vale of Soul-Making

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)

Miklós Radnóti — The Vale of Soul-Making