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 Rainer Maria Rilke’s Black Cat
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 Rainer Maria Rilke’s Black Cat