Truxton

 


When my eyes, drawn like a magnet
To this cat that I love,
Come meekly back again
And I look inside myself,

I see with amazement
The fire of its pale pupils,
Clear beacons, living opals,
Looking at me fixedly.

From “The Cat” – Fleurs du mal Charles Baudelaire

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