Corner of a Painting, Poem by Charles Cros

Lukewarm and white was the breast.
All white was the cat.
The breast lifted the cat.
The cat scratched the breast.

The ears of the cat
Cast shadow on the breast.
Pink was the tip of the breast,
Like the nose of the cat.

A black mark on the breast
Long intrigued the cat;
Then, toward other games, the cat
Ran, leaving the breast bare.

Charles Cros

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