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Poetry Friday: Black Cat by Rainer Maria Rilke

But all at once
as if awakened, she turns her face to yours;
and with a shock, you see yourself, tiny,
inside the golden amber of her eyeballs
suspended, like a prehistoric fly.

- from Black Cat by Rainer Maria Rilke as translated by Stephen Mitchell
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