What Chopin wanted most
was to die
in George Sand arms,
on his deathbed
all he got
Was a nosegay of violets
She left at his door
When her daughter
turned her away–
People can be such shits.
He wrote a friend on his deathbed, “She promised me I would die in her arms.”
Amantine-Lucile-Aurore Dupin aka George Sand, Novelist.
And yes, I’m aware that the event may be based on legend, but many believe it is true and by it’s very intensity, a legend becomes a painful little poem with a nasty but truthful conclusion. It is justified by that truth. “Art is not a study of positive reality, it is the seeking for ideal truth.” ~George Sand
