"Pupa" by José Asunción Silva

When the girl, still sick
went out one morning
and walked with hesitating steps
the neighboring mountain,
she brought between a bouquet of wild flowers
hidden a chrysalis,
placed in her room, close to
the little white bed...
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A few days later, at the moment
when she expired,
and everybody saw her, with their eyes
clouded by tears,
at the time of her death, we felt
the faint sound of wings
and we saw escape, flying away through
the old window
opening onto the garden, a small
golden butterfly...
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I looked for the insect's prison,
now empty, with a quick view;
As I saw it, I watched the dead girl's
withered and pale forehead,
and I thought if upon leaving her sad jail
the winged butterfly,
would find light and immense space,
the campestral emanations,
as they leave the prison that holds them
what would their souls find?