When I finally shed this body,
I'll be light as a wisp of an angel,
Inviolate as a fairy's potent kiss,
Quick as the velvet wings of a moth.
Like ancient dust from old paper-mache,
Or a husk of cocoon wavering away;
The vaporous draught of some mystery,
(The hidden vesicle of living flame)
Are you talking about the soul or the body or something else?
Your words did a good job of shedding their body and creating the image. Great poem celebrating the spirit that inhabits us all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the title very much. the poem makes me think of butterflies The choice of words give something magic The message is intriguing